The cow next door

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Cow sat idly all day. She was not waiting. She was not hoping. All would soon be over. Nothing would be happening.
She had on very little. The room was hot, windows were shut, the front door locked from within. The air everywhere around was a breathless fug. She puffed all day long. Smoke had [...]

Softly sang birds

Softly sang birds all about. Inside wood waved ferns in wafting breeze and they were among them, hand in hand, slowly making way. Up between trees glimpsed small puffs of clouds against greatly blue sky. Ahead they saw their small perfect place to lie. There they fell and lay, arms round each other. Tall ferns [...]

You are my innermost

Winter morning of winter night. Thousands slept in warm beds under togs. Town was a glitter of frosty rooftops. No car started. No bird stirred. All around was silent as softly fallen snow.
No one was up yet. Not one. All was one sleep. All were busy with themselves. Many would not wake yet, and not [...]

A white, white day

And so the Summer came.
On a Sunday May morning around 6 o’clock: a time when everything sounds soft and hollow.
Silence was falling in through the open skylight in rolls of bright static – with a suctiony pervasive thrum; cries of supercharged sun-hungry birds over everywhere already plugged in; dried out old bleating from the sheep-topped [...]

Alive the air

Up here in birdworld alive the air.
From bushes a hidden coo coo woo coo coo woo.
From opposing house a black fat bird squadding the roof.
This birds mate flies from tall tree over there to here and, as mate had, walks the roof rim like squaddie on parade. These two birds cross over without [...]