Human Nature Notes, Author at Human Nature Notes

Neighbour

We hid when he called – dreading whisky and stories, dusk to dawn yawns.

Were these pigeons rare they’d be famed for their beauty and sought everywhere.

Shortcuts seldom are. You won’t turn back, despite the brambles, bracken, bog.

Thank you, ancestors, for all the trees you planted for us to enjoy.

Bright after the night rain: birch leaves, grass, ragwort, heather: purple, yellow, green.