A harsh caw of a crow ~
a discordant sound
disrupting the tunefulness
of fast running water,
as it empties itself
into the stillness
of a large pond.
Willows, Hawthorns, Hazels,
Ash and Sycamore
surround me;
we exchange breath.
A red~breasted Robin
looks with sharp eyes.
A heron flies.
The mist~filtered moon seduces
Pipistrelle bats.
22nd September 2012
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