early sunday morning

August 10, 2015 § 15 Comments


dozing in the long grass…





ย one cerulean dragonfly





I was up uncharacteristically early yesterday. A handful of blueberries, oatcakes, no shower. And an Actimel. No one was about. The cows swayed out of the milking shed, their empty udders swinging like burst balloons. Heading in a long thin streak to the shade of the crack willows by the river bank. I cycled for an hour or so along the water then crawled into my secret place where the bridge used to be. After a while the creatures forgot I was there. A bird the size of a thrush did some aerobatics – swooping, dipping a wing. It had a fox-red breast I didn’t recognise. Perhaps a trick of the light. A pile of little brown trout drifted downstream. Small blue butterflies sipped. After a while I remembered I was hungry…


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