On the Weekend (VIII)

What drama awaits?

Crash! Pause. Bang! Fence creaks. Snap!

Scutter of debris

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n.b. ‘Scutter’ may be a new word to you – it is to me. It is the sound of something hard and heavy being dragged in irregular bursts along a city street by a powerful draught, gust or gale.

As the day breaks temperature changes in the atmosphere brought with sunrise add complexity to the storm. This is one confused, angry storm.

CLP 09/02/2020

Two Doves

Pure white at first light

Flicker in the grey, rise up

From emptied pasture

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n.b. Where two Devon Red cows had been seen each morning, (until this Wednesday), usually scratching at the wire protecting the young tree, a pair of doves were sitting. I saw them alight their perch and fly up into the dawn. They reminded me of the last of the cattle that once grazed here at Thornfalcon.

CLP 13/09/2019