Two fields over, Rooks argue
a raucous parley that
goes on and on and on
while other birds sing prettily
Here in the meadow we have knelt
as if worshipping
to peer at tiny pink blooms
wobbling on a frail stem
On the way home
we walk a green lane
lambs call behind a hawthorn hedge
a ewe responds, deep voiced
Pretty bird song
clamorous rooks, bountiful sheep
tremulous flower
Are all remnants
Of a greater whole
Nature worn ragged
Broken
By our actions
Or inactions
And I feel the need to
kneel once more
in supplication
and in fear
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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