Wiltshire Field
The partridges search
(Though no pear tree is nearby)
For fruits of the field
At Stonehenge
Ancient autumn fields
In gold mist reveal Hern’s deer
While the rooks count rocks
Buzzard. Shoulders hunched
Hands in pockets; loitering
Mist curfews mischief
Cutting through the chaff
With tail cane. The pheasants chat
Pleasantries and that
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