A day

 

all night the patter of rain

in the chimney

through the morning fog

the erratic movement

of a hunting dog

 

midday

and the grass ripples

water glitters bright as feathers

clear as a bird’s sharp eyes

watching the cat

 

at the edge of the dark

between the line of shadow trees

and the lowering cloud

the place where the sun was

a strip of sky bird’s egg blue

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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.

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