ESCAPEE

I’ve been sorting out stuff for a new, printed, Selected Poems. This is one I wrote many (too many!) years ago,

I’ve an aunt who will stretch out and purr
Or miaow
And another you’d swear had been bred for her udder –
A cow –
A mother a mare who carried me long
A father a cuckoo who laughed and flew on
My cousin’s an owl, my uncles are sheep
Shorn
My sister a jaguar sleeping
At dawn
When the rats nip the moth-eaten
Broken and beaten
The good back to life – and don’t see
Escapee
From a factory farm at a loss in a wood
Me

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