Savernake

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Savernake

One distant owl and the moon blaring
Two pheasants clattered on the roof tiles
while I lay beneath
 
They stalked in the morning grass
like a pair of myths or rich gentlemen
until a clucking screech said the dog found them
much too late like a camel trying to pounce
 
She saw more in Savernake
slavering for a flying prize
crazy eyes, tail aloft, ears akimbo
copying the deer across the bracken
snuffling their prints in the mud
lost in her dizzy scent world
beneath a beech galaxy
painted leaves shimmying in the sun
the deep forest like a sea siren
weaving endless music
to a sun-spilt lair
 
We followed drunk on air
and the soft busy stillness of it all
 
until she tracked a bog for wallowing
then wrestled with some leaves
and came huffing and grinning
looking like a great chocolate cornflake cake
smelling like mould and elderly wool
 
It was time to play Stick in the Kintbury canal

Kintbury