1. The shadow of a ladybird larva on a leaf above my head -- clinging on despite the wind's shaking.
2. Turn my head, at a blackbird's alarm. Catch sight of a buzzard launching itself out of the scrub.
3. Soothing lists of names and places in The Cattle Raid of Cooley as I am reading myself off to sleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comment Moderation is switched on: don't be alarmed if your comment doesn't appear right away.