Between the tiger and the valley below

A birthday poem for Caro

for Oliver Bernard

The first little pig, being a long-term vegetarian, was on learning from the sous-chef that the ravishing flavor of the bean soup was not unconnected with three hours boiling with bacon, pensive; “That the Devil has the best tunes is,” he mused, “well known, but I did not want to have my snout rubbed in […]