a crow picking light
from yesterday’s chips,
this winter morning

soft tears again
for this unknown grief –
the silhouttes of crows

another long day
not finding the words –
blackbird song at dusk

dark green reeds
in the icegrey water
a duck ripples

across the river
in the dun coloured grasses
a white football

snowy morning –
the tails of three magpies
flicking sunlight

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