Tim Kendall, 20 July 1995
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.