This lark ascending, now leaking notes, trilling into a hollow sky. This bent bracken of English woodland twisting in the history breeze with its dripped rain and paths to secret pools curled away from equally secret rivers. A musical boat bump counterpoint in rippled river waves as another one passes slowly. A cello soft water sound lapping the wreck curved nesting in a shallow reed filled hollowed embankment. With waterfowl and the sweetness of young breezes.
Brass cows drink reflections and spit drip into green circles. Huge splatters of green pats, each stirred with its strange stick game. Woodwind wood pigeon flap and rise to the apex, dipping into the middle eight before the curve upwards to white hot skies again.
Dull buzzing meadowland mathematical insects create light as they cross and collapse closely. Hawthorn in its glory steals colour from lesser forms blowing its pinkish blood confetti across waved field sea. The music of an easy day.
Fish rises in collapsed keep nets and the small finch flocks cast white and black onto the stile just where you put your hand for good luck. Perch is foul hooked and lots of Gudgeon escape through the holes in poor imprisonment. You call it worm drowning.
The heated fly paths beneath the hedge with the black thorns in your knee and old glass buried. Exploring as the sun setting sitting watching float bores and drinks from porridge water filled with pop flavoured bread crumbs shared.
Feet in water and minnows playing, clay puffing between toes. Moorhen arse flicking white in Motherly temper.
Exploring the local farm midden for blood worms and tell everyone who will listen how they are not allowed in this still English water.
Fascinating underwater flood escapes shafted with bent light and flicking three spine stickleback. Scaled huge underwater forests seen clear and greening with cool counterpoint musical shadows fading into legend.
An English light of summer drifting towards a school holiday sunset. Knowing there is another tomorrow and so onto for six forever weeks of full wonderful fashions.
Peace, past and present. Smooth sounds and trilling bird Summers. Fishing and floating worry less away from what would wind around causing default.
So to, yet finally shocked into submission, and sudden spotting of a starved lurcher dog hanging murdered from a very weeping willow with barbed wire noose. Causing tears and reflected, still, final, dark horror. So place this moment in the rest to be filed and seek to correct it on your own.
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