Twenty short poems in free verse make up the urban section of this collection followed by ten on French fauna.
2. WHITE FLY
You are so numerous you have no singular.
When we put out the tomato plants in a polythene bag,
we hoped we’d seen the last of you.
You beat against the clear plastic
like a perpetual motion confetti.
6. LE ROUGE QUEUE NOIR
The black redstart here
is almost our commonest bird.
Handsome with a flash of brick rump
when it flies off, it nests
in abandoned buildings.
But here we come Englishmen,
Scots, Netherlanders, Germans,
looking for cheap properties to restore.
Amis français! Ne vendez pas toutes
les vieilles ruines. Laissez les oiseux y vivre.