Country-wise the boundary is
dictated by a stile where walkers
may pass along the verdant fields
seeing the sheep and lambs in spring
stalked by the hovering hawks, or
perhaps a Griffin vulture, or a grass
snake, awaiting a chance meal before
a plaintiff squeal – or where a pellet
filled with fur and minute bones, might
clue a person in, as to the circumstances
of a previous event, concealed from the
human eye, or what may have occurred
before the passers-by appeared on scene
when frightened creatures became the
fodder of the hawk or predatory birds.
But dog eat dog occurs upon the ground
as well, as soldier ants and likewise forage
round their formicaries where the infant
ants need sustenance of another kind and
worms that wriggle to escape are over-
whelmed and dragged into a nest where the
piece meal of a storming ant fest then begins.
But back inside the Albury church where
choristers rattle off their party piece of
psalms and offer alms to quell their
consciousness of sin – the battle then
begins as who gets to head the queue at
break time afterwards, and scoff the buns
and biscuits that look heaven sent at Lent.
Meanwhile the crafty fox awaits lights out
at the farmer's cottage by the barn before
setting off to play havoc at the chicken
coup and watch the feathers fly.