Darkling Refugees & political asylum until at the very end

until at the very end

the joy and deprivation for others

nor anyone involved in the creation

But the slums boil over with a rage that all the money in the world cannot control

Darkling Refugees & political asylum until at the very endPrize winning poet and artist Catherine Hyde celebrates the magic of the night from dusk till dawn as she follows the owl's journey. I turn to the old orchard where she hunts: a ghost glimmering sweet heart of the moon. Swooping between trees, a beating clock of claw and feather, hush winged, in half light As we sleep, the forest comes to life. The owl swoops. Moths dance in the moonlight, fireflies mimic the stars, a stag grazes, badgers burrow,