Cliff Ridge WoodUpon Cliff Ridge Wood, the animals are on strike low
pay, no rights, the scabs can't get through the thickets.
The Rabbits park on double yellow lines; the trees increase the rent for nests and the Crows dive bomb the
quarry. There's cameras on the Lilacs leaves and wild garlic on their pizzas. Upon Cliff Rigg Wood, the moles are
fracking in the bracken and migrant Bees are hidden in the leaves. Willows are bent with debt and Foxes are on
corruption’s scent. There's talk about democracy but no one has a clue, everything eats each other, it all goes
in the stew. I walked along the path for peace; along the quarry side, I stood, listening to the animal news upon Cliff Rigg Wood.
Words and photo by Trev Teasdel