Sunday, 18 January 2009

Up the road, afternoon.

The same kestrel, in a flat and disconsolate grey sky. Two crows encroach into its orbit, and it wheels across the road, stooping to the ground in the further field.

1 comment:

Bee said...

Disconsolate grey sky . . . yes.

I don't want to be outside right now. It's a huddling by the fire day.