Somewhere there must be women reading books,and talking of chicken rissoles to their cooks …(from,‘Somewhere in England’)

When you're in bed to-night think not of wars, But rather of the Panda fast asleep, Her piebald head cushioned on woolly paws; Or think of velvet mice that warmly creepInto their holes to curl up round and soft. Transfer your thoughts from bellicose affairs;Though it be true that bombers fly aloft,Try to reflect on little furry

You cannot find comfort in ducks.Stoop to look into those beady brown eyes, and they will tell you no