Concrete sheep
On roundabout green
Donning Santa hats.
Approaching cars fill with laughter,
Children in the back seats lean and point,
“Mummy, Daddy, look at the shee—”
BANG!
Tag: roadside
Stem Jay
In the chill of a dawn, wet With tears of dew, I saw a stag Broken and strewn, Limbs and guts Snapped and burst By metal, on bloodied tarmac.
Eric Nash 