Invasion

The Invasion


Peace used to be a chicken crossing a cobbled yard
Wile picking up tiny grains of seed, watched over
By a dog that had sunshine in its eyes; as a milkmaid
Came out of the cow-shed carrying an ewer of cream
In her butter soft arms and she loved me; but no more,
The chestnut throwing thugs came, the grey squirrels.
Peace is but an interval in an ongoing war, a pause
When great statesmen say:” No more wars” and music
Strikes up the national tune, hearts swell with pride,
Yes our country is better than yours. We sit indoors now,
The chicken is in the freezer, dog’s hides under the bed
The milkmaid is opening a tin of tuna fish, I look at
The computer screen news sites and My Space, shows
Video clips of marauding, conker tossing squirrels.