Bird

Bird in a tree, by a field. Sometimes noticing is not icing over the steps one takes from here to there, but taking a step and another step and there in between the grass dips in the wind ripe and laden and a skylark declares its meadow from blue skies way above and the scent of gorse comes coconut and vanilla thick in a kind of yellow. And a bird - a female stonechat- defends what is its breeding ground. Attend! And then another step ...