Night garden

The rain a lashing whip
Spangling through night-
Breeding crow-bats, 
With nowhere thirsting eyes sitting in  
The Jurassic trees, 
Feet hooked over branches.
Within them all the unknown parts
Of the storm stir darkly.

Lime added soil sows 
Plants abundantly. 
Their roots protected by a cornea
Of thick soil and
Tunnelling arteries of earth. 
The garden a tangled knot 
Of ghost-hair from
Behind locked flyscreens.

Out of shape brain weighs the
Fence down with 
The bodies of crow-bats, 
Bushes codded by schools 
Of silver fish. 
A suburban backyard or the veldt. 
A keyboard of rain playing allegro con brio.
A species of unreliable moonlight.