Skylarks
In a madness born of heat,
Skylarks
twittered prestissimo calls
Like
gossips on speed.
Their
calls merged in the upper air.
The birds had so much to say.
And so little time to say it!
Curlews
and Lapwings
Curlews wailed at my trespass,
Like worried mothers.
And
lapwings showed fake nerve
By
swooping toward my head -
Then
putting windbreaks on, swiftly.
They
too defended their land
From
walkers’ boots and prying eye.
Grouse
Grouse?
Not bred for the bullet anymore?
Now free
to shoot out of heather
Like
graceless rockets -
Yelling
their ugly, little yells
Into
a distance
Which is theirs too.
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