halftwo
Wird Batcher
This long-drawn dawn seeps in; Jupiter, out west, and it's moons, fades into the pale and brightening sky. The land under snow like a faded Bruegel: black and white.
Pastel pink smears the faintest blue as a Robin pipes up. Ragged scraps of corvids flap across the valley and the Heron glides down stream - great grey wings bowed heavily - big feet protruding behind.
The first finches fly in, spiralling to treetops, alert in the frozen air. A Crow caws a croaky warning as a Sparrowhawk begins a headlong plummet - speeding until pulling up above the trees on the ridge. She turns, slower now, toward the valley, the rising sun - still too low to reach the shadowed land - striking her undersides.
The garden begins to fill with birds hungry from the long night, wary of the Magpie glaring from the cherry.
Now the sun finds the ridge tops and the sheep-dotted snow glows pink. A pair of Stock doves displays briefly in the thin sky. The first Common gull sails up the valley, North with the slightest wind.
The full day finally finishes it's begin, Jupiter fully faded until tomorrow.
Pastel pink smears the faintest blue as a Robin pipes up. Ragged scraps of corvids flap across the valley and the Heron glides down stream - great grey wings bowed heavily - big feet protruding behind.
The first finches fly in, spiralling to treetops, alert in the frozen air. A Crow caws a croaky warning as a Sparrowhawk begins a headlong plummet - speeding until pulling up above the trees on the ridge. She turns, slower now, toward the valley, the rising sun - still too low to reach the shadowed land - striking her undersides.
The garden begins to fill with birds hungry from the long night, wary of the Magpie glaring from the cherry.
Now the sun finds the ridge tops and the sheep-dotted snow glows pink. A pair of Stock doves displays briefly in the thin sky. The first Common gull sails up the valley, North with the slightest wind.
The full day finally finishes it's begin, Jupiter fully faded until tomorrow.
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