Walk in the Park I
The park belongs to the stags this morning,
Territorial bellows sounding out across the dying bracken,
This too is beauty, but with otherness, strangeness, frisson of danger
I tread carefully …. this is not my world
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Walk in the Park II
Today is raindrop day,
Their tip-tap music dripping through the trees,
Every frond of grass hung with delicate jewels.
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