Either 5 Read this poem, and then answer the question that follows it: Pipistrelle Dusk unwinds its spool among the stems of plum-trees, subliminal messenger on the screen of evening, a night-glance as day cools on the house-walls. We love what we can't see, illegible freehand fills every inch of the page. We sit after midnight till the ashes cool and the bottle's empty. This one, in a box, mouse the size of my thumb in its furs and sepia webs of silk a small foreboding, the psalms of its veins on bible-paper, like a rose I spread once in a book till you could read your future in the fine print. (Gillian Clarke)