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I still harbour some regret over not photographing the vivid purple fox poo. I love photographs, although sometimes I do think that people are so busy taking pictures of things they forget to look at them with real eyes. Mindfulness makes the best shots. I'm not sure how I would have fully conveyed the excellent moment of catching the fox crimping out that amazing colour, but I did utterly appreciate the moment. Literally, some shit is brilliant. 

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A wide blade of grass, glazed pale
In dots. There are multitudinous
Dimensions of dewdrops, these
Are comparatively large

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Fox poo-pile seizes attention
Beads of undigested berry
Glint in the dawn sun, flaming
Shades of autumn

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These plants; collective name
Blackberry; diverge, like
People, like breeds of dog, many
Different ways of growing

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Feasibly able to uproot, to gallop
Across the field, over the hedge
This blackberry extends in arched
Tentacles, three arachnoid metres tall

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Ground dwelling blackberry
Snakes the path with
Spiked tripwires; easily, sneakily
The path is commandeered

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Effervescent dogs have no word for
Stop, in their enthusiastic lexicon
Communicating optimism
In leaps and bounds

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The air is not in full bite
But the wind is showing
Its teeth. I pull my hands
Back into coat sleeves

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In the far field, one pink
Campion blooms, out of
Seasonal step, attitudinal
Circlet of serrated petals

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Walk in the eye of a cloud
Scatter the dew-gems, the
Scraps of web-lace with
Impulsive rubber clad toes

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Clatter in an ash tree
Flailing, twig-breaking
Startling inelegance from the
Wood pigeons on landing







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