Daily poem: Lune 27

Mowing today. First the buzzards arrive, then the kites. They swoop and plunge, but so far they haven’t caught anything.




Meadow mowing, slow,

watching the dash for life

like the buzzards.



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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “Daily poem: Lune 27”

  1. There’s something hypnotic about watching birds like that circling in the sky–unless you’re the intended prey, of course.
    I like the pink rays in the bottom photo.

    1. It’s very hot and he’s started on the west field so I’m shooting into the sun. Shame the phone camera makes them look so far away. No, I wouldn’t like to be on the receiving end either.

    1. No, the neighbour is using a motor mower on a tractor. There’s too much to scythe by hand—2 hectares. Husband just does all around the edge with a couple of paths down to the stream so we can walk around it.

      1. That’s a more manageable size 🙂 The tractor has broken down though and he hasn’t finished the first hectare. We might be leaving a hectare unmown this year if he can’t get it mended.

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