Hibernation

Hibernation I crawled under the shed amongst dust and stones why I was there is not important belly to the ground, back to timber joists next to my head a nest badly made of hay and leaves dragged there during a frozen time there too within its bed a sleeping badger sleeping for so long through ice and summers seven years since we met in January - you had your arm around a chicken curled together in the coup looked up at me and sighed, so warm, such bounty and warmth, looked down at the chicken then ran, a two toned bear across frosted fields, too cold to be awake and so you came back tucked a bed under your arm and went to sleep. Here we find ourselves, you and I, under the shed; I am alive and you are dead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` ar 2025 Support the show Thanks very much for listening. Art is an act of generosity and as such is made to be shared. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit theokenstone.substack.com/subscribe