Dusk and the Valley by Barratt Fierens
The Heron, spread wide
presides over
Me and the valley
Where swifts nip the water
and a deer stumbles into a stand off
Waiting for me to make the first move
Barrat Fierens writes about the unnoticed, the unthinkable and the real but not realised. He writes from an old stone house on the edge of a woodland in a valley. Pronouns: he/him/his Twitter: @BarratFierens