Woodland saturday nights

 + woodland saturday nights +

All of the weasels
Heads spinning on blackberry wine
Shot through with white hot joy
Swearing and having a raucous time
Music beat is thumping
Weasels dancing on the tables
Kicking over chairs
Setting fire to rubbish bins
Weasels back in town
Here come the badgers
Heavy and solid set
Trucheons at the ready
An affray to de-abet
Swinging wildly striking
Weasels angry retaliating
A rain of rocks and bottles
Battle completely joined
Denizens of the woodlands
Shocked such horror in the copses
From owls overhead transmitting
Images back to television sets
Where quiet squirrels sit sipping
Acorn tea and buttered walnut scones
Faces twisted in revulsion
At the actions of rampant weasels
And the brutality of badgers
Appointed to protect everyone
The dawn finds woodlands quiet
Weasels laying low
sore heads from wine or truncheons
Neither injury bodes well for future
Badgers lie deep asleep
A job they state well done
Order has been reinstated
Arrests have been made
The woodlands paths are safe again
Owls at roost are slumbering
Nothing to report
As squirrels waking put on sunday best
Spend the day nut gathering
High above human thoughts.