Woodland Path

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Puddles and pools of sunlight slide between the tree trunks
While shadows stripe the root strutted path
Somewhere above in the blueA Kite swoops and scans for prey
Its forlorn cry cutting across the Blackbirds chatter

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond


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