My work will be in the foyer cabinet and there will be works by other illustrators on display around the library, including some lovely pictures by my friend, Andrea Potter.
Here's a taster of one of the poems:
Wake in Fright
Into my midnight roof the bison drill
Their hooves in a stampede to wake the dead;
And I'm the one dead to the world, until
They jolt me from my bed.
"It's not a herd of beasts, it's only one,"
My wife assures me, as I quake in fear.
"To reach his tree he has to take a run --
It's just our possum, dear."