2015
6.189
8.vii.25
black
faced
Newtonmore – Strone
Walk
stones turn to sheep
and back again
sheep are the colour of sky
fungus stumped
flowers of wild
money and the old vans left
the milk white lambs
and black legs some
brindle mottle
roof stoved
all these clouds to fall
black fleeces too
and bleat away
a plaint
the unseen pigeon
llamas or alpacas? – you tell me
horse and two donkeys too
the shearing is today
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