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.