Rewilded, nature covers half-fall brick walls.
Dig deep. There may even be an older village,
The council breezed through last night.
This morning, small critters; moles,
hedgehogs, field mice, lay side by side
on dead-weed paths, exposed.
Those who live, says the woman on the phone,
will be tougher the next time round,
although, assuredly, we only use animal safe products here.
Cath Campbell, a retired probation officer who lives in Northumberland, regards her poems as dystopian/political, and has been published in a number of magazines and anthologies including Poetry 24, The Writers Cafe magazine, Prole, Obsessed with Pipework, Erbacce and #Me Too; A Womans Poetry Anthology.