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The field behind my house,
has had it's earth turned over
by a rattling metal plough..
which clanks and bangs
across the acreage.
The crows descend
in a black cloud of flapping wings.
I watch them peck and pull out
Slithering worms
And snap up tiny creatures
of the ground.
The seagulls soon join in
Descending…white of wing.
They’ve skirted over rooftops from afar.
Knowing by some psychic means
That worms are near the surface now.
Then all the birds are gone.
The field is just a quiet field again.
But I …
I go by car..drive to the store
And take a can of beans down
From the shelf. A loaf of bread
Some meat and Earl Grey tea,
Courgette, green grapes
And macaroni cheese.
And I drive home again.
KB 21st April. 2022