Monday, 26 January 2015

Birdland, Early Morning





The moon, the sun’s mirror, keeps slivery watch. Eery eyed Dog starts up, glares at the torchlight. Trees of starlings clatter, burst into shoal. Pheasants set off clockwork whirs of wing. Over an arterial river geese call, ducks call. Cows are bleary in the shadowed fields. Boots scoot through thin mud. Ice is forecast. It seems warm for the hour, for the season. All those feathers, holding in some heat.




5 comments:

  1. My goodness, how I love your writing.

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  2. Thank you Heather- think you would photograph it better :-) xx

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  3. My early morning walk today was so much like that. Love that hour.

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  4. Your descriptions make me smile.

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  5. A bit of early morning fresh air is the best start to a day! :-)

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