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Field work
The grass on the field has been mowed
To my eyes and senses it's lovely
Buttercups still cluster near hedges
It smells beautiful
Birds are singing that little bit more chirpily
The dog however is furious
Every time I look at him he gives me the side eye
I know he hasn't fallen out with me as I've had a full quota of cuddles
And I know it's not the long weekend anymore too
In my head I'm having fictional conversations
Which actually is just self sabotage
So maybe it's me he's trying to subtly cue
Actually we are now on the next field
The mower is still out
He just doesn't like mowers
And isn't a psychologist at all
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