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Wird Batcher
Bullfinches, bound for hawthorn berries,
Bounce from bush to bush; blush and bulging.
The Green Woodpecker on the larch top,
Bending the arched apex in its balance,
Red capped, spear-headed, spying,
Calling across the shallow valley to others unseen.
A sudden shift: a Kestrel launches into the breeze,
Alarming Redwings and Redpolls to swirl with the leaf.
Two Buzzards lift and, putting a wing to the wind,
Tilt and rise, turning along the wood’s edge, catch the air
And are gone.
Under the hazel a bunched Hare unbends its long legs,
And, fully formed, gallops from the copse,
Jinks left once, and, heels flicking, outflanks the eye.
.
Bounce from bush to bush; blush and bulging.
The Green Woodpecker on the larch top,
Bending the arched apex in its balance,
Red capped, spear-headed, spying,
Calling across the shallow valley to others unseen.
A sudden shift: a Kestrel launches into the breeze,
Alarming Redwings and Redpolls to swirl with the leaf.
Two Buzzards lift and, putting a wing to the wind,
Tilt and rise, turning along the wood’s edge, catch the air
And are gone.
Under the hazel a bunched Hare unbends its long legs,
And, fully formed, gallops from the copse,
Jinks left once, and, heels flicking, outflanks the eye.
.