halftwo
Wird Batcher
After the Crow and Kestrel sparring above the sheep-cropped edge with dusk already settling along the lanes, the sky pale, the land darkening. The day birds dwindling - Swallows like pieces of shadows slipping over fields and woods and into the ash of the day. Rooks flapping to roost, and bats beginning to twist amongst the moths. All the day done, the Tawny owls calling across the valleys.
Then, from nowhere, sudden and shocking; still in half-light in beauty and awe: a Hobby. Along the crease of the small valley and jinking over the beech wood and dipping - too soon beyond the near horizon to leave only stars blinking in the sapphire sky: only owls now to hunt the night.
Then, from nowhere, sudden and shocking; still in half-light in beauty and awe: a Hobby. Along the crease of the small valley and jinking over the beech wood and dipping - too soon beyond the near horizon to leave only stars blinking in the sapphire sky: only owls now to hunt the night.
What's that - three sightings now H2?
