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I sometimes feel like I'm a ghost
The way I haunt these hills.
Golden daisies
And the grouse are laughing
On the purple moor
A Kestrel unhooks
From a dark grey sky
And floats across
the flying field,
Sharp-eyed and hunting.
Wild geese calling
Their ragged constellation
Blown asunder on the edge
To land in tumult in the sedge

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