Footsteps trailing
Meditatively,
Anonymously
Following the
Intimately
Woven water’s edge,
Fraying
Like a hessian canvas.
Startled mallards
Fly in matrices.
The whistling winds
Ward off timid tits
Huddling amidst
Eiderdown blossoms.
Swifts screech,
Sweeping as
Wild waves make
Signets weep.
