mist smudges edges of the old estate

mist

 

down dimmed tunnel of broad-leaf boughs

canopied the walk, much hoof-ploughed;

deciduous decay under sturdy gum boots,

over-head crow dissonance firmly disputes.

 

I tramp the track, listen to stream giggling,

Jack scent-detects: nose ever niggling,

foxy ears erect:  terrier on full alert,

borders receive repeated canine spurt.

 

train engine echo-thrum in far distance,

its horn-trill signals, somewhat insistent;

a jet rips open the early morning skies,

movement in bushes, nature’s shy spies.

 

tyre-worn track leads to hill-field gate,

mist smudges edges of this old estate;

Jack seeks guidance, we change direction,

breakfast calls an end to our rural reflection.

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