Summer Walk

A shoal of roach fast scatter at my shadow. Mother moorhen toots as chick ducks in and out of overhanging ivy. A boating flower floats along intact with shadow's faithful dancing follow, on gravel, then over weed and back. Across the stream two white hat coots. One ferries straw between its beak with earnest nodding paddled scoots. Buddlea, dipping low some leafy locks quenches from the summer heat its purple pointed candled shocks. Sudden rising pigeon claps with winged applause.Creator takes all honour, surely. Outside all man's walls and doors no other makes such glory.