And the whole of the choir attended
At the top of the hill
Beyond the final bend,
Just where the broken road
Was mended
There, where I see the barn owl
With gentle eyes.
The Curlew is calling
The skylarks, falling from heaven
With the sweetest song
The golden plover,
modest in his finery
And the snipe,
winnowing soft in the grey
#CoSopoetry