The caravan had looked as though

it had seen better times, possibly after the end of

World War Two and may have indeed been used

for target practice by some lonely, bored,

over fifty year old look out

on the Kent countryside

weary of the night ahead but too concerned

for the welfare of the desperate fox stalking the half

blind mole rooting

through the roots and undergrowth

to take a shot at the flash of red

and earn a couple of shillings

from a grateful farmer