In a Field
Twenty pheasants have
A sporting chance now winter
Has turned into Spring
Red kites hovering
Almost still as we rush past
Train-bound to London
Great Bustard?
On a chalk ploughed hill
I glimpse a giant bird. Wait…
Did I just see that?
The fish pond, brimfull
A mirror for morning light
Heron reflects there
Into London
Leafy suburbs pass
Trees home for two woodpeckers
Woodland corridor
On the Thames today
Two swans wend their way past boats
And mud larks; low tide!
