At a time when realising how at risk our world is, writers such as Mike Pratt, who engage with it so intimatey and with such delight are precious indeed. These poems focus in on tiny moments of the natural world such as a money spider abseiling or on distant shots of snow covered landscapes, frost after frost. They transform moments through metaphorical fights - owls roll moonshine under their wings. The poet writes from deep knowledge of the natural world but also invests it with the numinous - sourced from his own Taoist spirituality.