A summer soaking.
Long grasses hiding secrets
Pipit-flocks
Lit green
By the glow from below
Like little witches of the west
A leaping weasel
Trickles away
Evaporates into the ether
Gone.
A red legged partridge
Plays dead,
Then is resurrected.
And the king of the hares
Is bounding over silver rushes
Leaps over the threshold
Away to a different world
#CoSopoetry