138

shaming my low mood
fox cub in bluebell wood hunched
to nibble horse shit

137 hare

I saw you look back
brown trunk wide eyes - belonging -
at alienation

136

bluebells exciting
radiant light filled ink pools
around my lost feet

135

I lie unfolding
stone thoughts for my stone wall - not
really there at all

134 Stag

our startled eyes locked
my conventions your nature
barely awake dog
attempts horizontal lynch
hooves on stone fill up the dawn

133

cottage surrounded
tidal deer ghosting upon
the everyday