'Neglected Of Whom Sirs? ' Poem by james watkin

'Neglected of whom sirs
Is this 'former garden''?
Non-stop is the raillery
Through what rains now and then
On frog-spawned earthenware
With an almighty splat.
Upon each leaf-biting place
Catarpillar's just at.

From beyond the 'condemned'
And its o'er fussy ring
Eaves-dweller as oft spies
Worms, ever fattening.
And as cruel denizen
In the mangiest cat
As much traced, on skirting board
What shadows a tracked rat.