22 April – The shrewdest shrew

The shrewdest shrew
I ever knew
chose a South-facing wall
and built his home
between two stones,
tucked away from it all;
in a quiet spot,
hidden and forgot
by all the visiting hordes
where he happily could
eat the staff’s food
as it fell through the picnic table boards.
The shrewdest shrew
I ever knew,
knew his life wasn’t shabby.
He stayed well fed,
owned a sun-kissed bed,
just a short run from Fountains Abbey.