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.




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  1. Heather Robinson26 January 2015 at 14:13

    My goodness, how I love your writing.

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  2. Lisa Southard26 January 2015 at 17:44

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

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  3. Dixie@dcrelief27 January 2015 at 00:37

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

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  4. Cherdo27 January 2015 at 04:14

    Your descriptions make me smile.

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  5. Lisa Southard27 January 2015 at 09:37

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

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