Electioneering
At the end of the garden
there’s a small patio
where at night
the foxes gather
in the shade
of the green shed
to chew over
the affairs of state
This morning
in the early hours
I was woken
by the commotion
of their shrill voices
engaged in a debate
more strident than I had
ever heard before
To be or not to be
that was the question
whether it was nobler in the mind
to run and hide
or to vote the present
government into the dust
John Lyons