Eight black crows fly up startled
Out of the hedgerow beside us
And wheel, in a perfect arc
Down the narrow lane ahead.
A little further along, perfect
Semi grown trees flop their
Branches towards me, lazily
Over the wall.
A little sun and suddenly
The world shouts out "Notice me!"
These portents all around
Offering secret meaning.
Out of the hedgerow beside us
And wheel, in a perfect arc
Down the narrow lane ahead.
A little further along, perfect
Semi grown trees flop their
Branches towards me, lazily
Over the wall.
A little sun and suddenly
The world shouts out "Notice me!"
These portents all around
Offering secret meaning.
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