Saturday, 6 July 2013

The pond is full of tiny frogs

hundreds, clamouring over each other, the size of a fingernail, but if you lift them out, hop! Back they jump.

The swallows swoop and chirp, fly to and from their nests over our heads.

And as daylight finally fades, we sit out, glad now of the blanket, and watch the last bits of colour fade to black.

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