Glimpses

The grass waved hello the birds called back. Telegraph poles stood still like tall slender trees. the birds liked that. the crickets a constant tickle in the ear, swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought, three troughs haphazard on a patch without any grass. Bare dark earth. the raven makes its cry under a bright grey sky, on a swampy, sweaty day . my dog companion at my feet "Come on then, let's go home."