Continue Reading Litro #90: Wildlife
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Prowling the city with an urban fox hunter. As part of our ‘Urban Life’ series, Markus Man goes on hunt with the latest sport that is shocking London. The Guardian, ...
Now winter nights enlarge The number of their hours And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze, And cups o’erflow with wine: Let well-tun’d ...
‘Trapped or shot?’ I ask the vicar. He looks at me in a way that can only be described as aggressive. ‘Trapped,’ he says. I nod. ‘It’s your call. But ...
Dry-stone walls rose like towers up the steep and craggy hillside, patches of mist slithered across peaked summits, Herdwicks and Swaledales wandered through the fells. An aged cottage jutted from ...
Not so much the rivers that have dried up As myself, dried up with acts and failure to act, Alexis is yours, mine is named differently But beauty lay there ...
Evening falls on the smoky walls, And the railings drip with rain, And I will cross the old river To see my girl again. The great and solemn-gliding tram, Love’s ...
Francine marched past the grocers on Spa Road, past the station, towards the Thames. It was spring, but you wouldn’t know it by looking around. A stiff breeze blew the ...
An omnibus across the bridge Crawls like a yellow butterfly, And, here and there, a passer-by Shows like a little restless midge. Big barges full of yellow hay Are moored ...