She had a place near the zoo.
At night you could hear the animals
calling and shrieking guttural into night
and back then we drank like deserts, fucked like weasels;
when we lay back you could hear lions
roaring against their cages.
Do you remember that, babe,
as you wash the dishes
and I cut the lawn?
John Hawkhead is a writer and illustrator from the South West of England. His book of haiku/senryu is available from Alba Publishing.