In back garden where red leaved acers grow
Foxes meander, hunting before snow.
We’ve spent all year on Covid climbing wall,
Paranoid about whether we will fall,
From what height might we crash to the floor?
How far are we from pandemic death door?
Media revels in government stats,
Mental health fails, even aristocrats
Are disturbed by Panglossian failures,
Equally appalled by misbehaviour
Of public school oiks flying high on coke,
Who think government is naught but a joke.
A hoarde of starlings, out in my garden,
Plunders our birdnuts. Winter does harden.
Harry Rogers In The Red Bedroom, 24th December 2021