Rookworms

Clouds of oily birds

Floated down from the pine clump

Shadowed the low field

~

Cows and calves bemused

At pasture blackened with crows

Jackdaws and bleak rooks

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Settled frozen still

Hundreds came and stood alert

For movement of soil

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The gloomy flock stirred

Disturbed by wind-blown phantom

Hung on breaths of wind

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Returned as a shroud

For emergent May Bug grubs

From rain-soaked soil

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CLP 04/07/2020