Nature’s Remedy

 They hang behind our barge-boards
 dropping batshit down the walls
 like castle-dwellers in a garderobe,
 only upside down.  (How do they
  
 do it upside down?).  We brush little beads
 of jet off window sills.  In dry weather
 they get caught up in the pebble dash.
 We thought at first we had abseiling mice.
 
 Peter Redgrove said treasure it,
 make a past of it, and market it in jars,
 ‘Who knows what powers it has?
  
 imagine the ads: Batshit: Nature’s Remedy for …
 for what?/  Baldness?/  Bedwetting?  PMT?
 A balm for love bites on the neck? 

                                     Bob Rogers