The unrelenting grey opens momentarily, showing a delicate blue and rose band of light to the north.
A kestrel perches upright in the air, then settles in the chestnut tree.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
4 comments:
Is this poem dedicated to Arsenal Football Club?
Hello, Mr Pineapples! Well it wasn't actually, but if you'd like it to be...
I stopped by your blog but as you haven't posted for 18 months it didn't seem worth saying hello there. Pity.
My Dear Lucy....
P was thinking - with your refs to the North...He was thinking: Arsenal FC.....definitely
Anyways.....thanks for the visit to the P blog. No postings for 18 months - but it might be cranked up again..who knows?
lovely descriptions, and a kestrel is always a good bird to see,
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