Three
strangers watched the farm below.
Nothing
happened.
‘Remember
the new barn? Horse circled for three days.’
‘Aye, but it were a fine do after she were
finished. The boy climbing up here and
rolling into the hedge?’
‘Cider
soaked. Didna find him ‘till the morn!’
Two
buzzards, floating above, watched the ancient wraiths faded away
© Penny
Smale May 2012
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