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.




Comments

Heather Robinson said…
My goodness, how I love your writing.
26 January 2015 at 14:13
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Heather- think you would photograph it better :-) xx
26 January 2015 at 17:44
Dixie@dcrelief said…
My early morning walk today was so much like that. Love that hour.
27 January 2015 at 00:37
Cherdo said…
Your descriptions make me smile.
27 January 2015 at 04:14
Lisa Southard said…
A bit of early morning fresh air is the best start to a day! :-)
27 January 2015 at 09:37
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