and My Dear Blog I haven't visited you.
So today, which hasn't perhaps been
particularly exciting, I sit here in my corner
watching the sunshine and fighter jets
going over, and determine to write,
even if only a few lines.
My mind drifts back to the early morning
promenade by four cock pheasants in
the adjoining field.
Ambling and pecking,
aimlessly wandering,
until Number One decides to sit in a furrow,
Number Two slowly circling him,
while Three and Four suddenly break into
a run and make for the hedge.
Through them all, like a bowling ball aimed
at skittles, boldly bounces a hare, bolting.
Number one gets up, breaks into that man-run
thing which fizzles out into a casual stroll of
no fixed purpose
A chinless wonder who either doesn't know
what to do next
Or
wants it to seem like something else.
