Monday, 21 January 2013

snow tracks

delicate trails of blackbirds criss-crossing each other across the garden
a squirrel bounds leaving a neat group of four paws
two in, two out
the small peanut impression of a child's wellies
and down a dark street, the meandering route of a bike
that I follow on mine over the bridge and round the corner to the office

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