Poetry by Chaucer Cameron
I am sorry, sweetheart, I could not protect you, but the wildlife will still
call: badger, fox, mouse, frog, slowworm, robin, they will guard
this space, despite the rain, will trap sun, a swing-seat near the wall
can catch the heat, dawn will hear the goldfinch sing, damsons falling
softly one by one
spiders, small creatures, all their scurries leave no footprints, trail
of feathers, hair or even bone, this square of place, secluded, a surpri...