It was the dream where the neighbours came round to say
They had a badger in the garden —
Dreadful and endless opening of doors
As the dogs slipped their leads —
But a banal reconfiguration
Of an incident that actually happened:
The sudden darkness of the skies
Above a country where powers are abroad
And real to my quickening heart.
It was not a “sighting.” It was the air thickening,
A power narrowing its eyes.