The Field

The nights out here are bright and clear, Light pollution is not a fear, the North Star Is unusually bright, while Venus shows its Distant light. The nights out here are clear and bright, The clouds the stewards of the night, And when the light is proud to dawn, Comes the hare and spritely fawn Thunder boxes wooden roofs, rain's Rivers splatter nests and hooves, while In the hedgerow’s brambled way, sparrow’s Hop and dormice play And as the milky day unfolds, mare’s breasts Suckle shaky foals, and all lays well till day is Old, in pastoral scene, spun clear from gold