Badger

After the midnight crash of bins,
Our neighbour’s dog barking
And our neighbour shouting

I remembered the hedgehog
We found last month
Unzipped in the long grass.

Otter

If I were to mention otters,
One would dodge the traffic
And slip silently up to my door.

All I would know of it
Would be the whisperings of neighbours
And whitening spraint on the concrete.

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