‘Fox on the garden shed roof’ by Fiona Moore

  Fox on the garden shed roof Considering the insolence the bold-as-brass of you your burdening with cliché how your look is purpose clothed in sand-red fur (like grass discoloured, peed-on! when you took possession of my territory) I stand firm and watch. Which is like war between us, kitchen sink to roof and eye to eye we find that nature does abhor a vacuum. … Continue reading ‘Fox on the garden shed roof’ by Fiona Moore