Friday, 18 May 2012
Three strangers watched the farm below.
‘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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