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Night World Who\u2019s out there, A silent, scurrying rat, This is the night watch, Then a police siren, And now a cat, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0Imogen Forster<\/strong> is a traveller and a translator from French, Spanish, Italian and Catalan, specialising in art history and fiction. She publishes short poems on-line, mainly haiku. She works with a group of colleagues at www.imogenforsterassociates.co.uk<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Night World A fox yelps, geese bark, streaming overhead in the small hours. Who\u2019s out there, snuffling, foraging, as we roost, safe in a nest of other birds\u2019 plucked feathers? A silent, scurrying rat, an owl, gliding after a reckless mouse. Bats, taking late flittering swoops at summer heat\u2019s long insect feast. This […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6339","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6339","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6339"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6339\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6341,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6339\/revisions\/6341"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6339"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6339"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6339"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nA fox yelps,
\ngeese bark,
\nstreaming overhead
\nin the small hours.<\/p>\n
\nsnuffling, foraging,
\nas we roost,
\nsafe in a nest
\nof other birds\u2019
\nplucked feathers?<\/p>\n
\nan owl, gliding
\nafter a reckless mouse.
\nBats, taking late
\nflittering swoops
\nat summer heat\u2019s
\nlong insect feast.<\/p>\n
\nroaming the neon
\nhours of half-light,
\na choreography
\nof hide and seek.<\/p>\n
\ndistorted harmonics
\npeeling away
\ninto silence.<\/p>\n
\nbringing home its trophy,
\ncrossing daylight\u2019s
\nthin threshold,
\nmaking morning.<\/p>\n