What Happens While We Are Sleeping
Frost. Foxes. Owl-kills.
The wheel of stars.
Thundering lorries with somewhere
to get to by dawn
Beads of dew forming
along the telegraph wires.
A red deer delicately eating
each closed tulip like a prayer.
from Grace(Bloodaxe, 2011), © Esther Morgan 2009/2011, used by permission of the author and the publisher.