Wild
July and the sky
is full of thunder
the nasturtiums rinsed
over and over.
On the up and down road
in Cloonagh
I saw a hedgehog
in the half moon
chatting up two cats.
They did not move at once
but slowly, like teenage girls
insolent and over sexed.
The tail end of a fox
slid in the ditch.
A buck turned,
and headed back for the party
I'd just left.
