Here against
The backdrop of cool marble
Glinting headstones
Night creatures glide
Cats with their mirror eyes
Owls screaming from the trees
The same prey spotted
Chased into the dark
And bats swoop
From the church roof
Nothing more than
A movement
In the corner of your eye
Shielded from the passers-by
A silent corner of the world
The rustle of the ivy creeping
Round the tree boughs
The night sighs in her sleep
And the moon's shining eye
Watches
4 February 2001
