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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe sirens wail

like demented animals on heat,

the silence of the Sidcup night

lashed to pieces in an instant.

 

At 3 am the helicopter

sends its beams across the Hollies’

tranquil maze of dead-ends and

dog-walker paths.

 

Foxes halt mid-scavenge

in Old Farm Avenue front gardens,

arrested by the whirring cacophony

of rotorblades.

 

They sniff the air,

then move on, over backgates and

shed roofs, unhindered by boundaries,

failing to recognise fences or walls.

 

The searchlight scans

and probes the shadowed

streets, the fugitive unfound.

 

Photo courtesy of Chantal.

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