Across the salt-marsh, waves of golden reeds rise and dip in the breeze.
Packed densely as a farmer’s field of wheat, the reeds bear bountiful seeds.
Insects come in abundance and feast upon these reed seeds.
Rare and beautiful birds fly in to feed upon the insect feast.
And preying on these birds, long-lensed cameras ready to shoot,
Green-booted, flat-capped, tweedy, twitchers feast only their eyes.
Shakespear's Anniversary.
7 years ago
1 comment:
Great stuff. You have really found your writing 'voice'/'voices'.
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