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Sonia Bendilak
Spring Walk round Black Lake
Listen for the plop as you pass,
Vole holes punctuate the bank.
Catching the breeze, bold crow
Fingers the air, he’ll lift
Eggs or young. Breaking cover
Mallard mother leads her babes across the
Slick expanse. Each day one more
Picked off. Heron fisherman takes feathers
As readily as scales and fur,
Dipping the vole-let in water the
Colour of olive oil to
Swallow it whole. In the trees,
Out of the corner of
Kestrel’s eye, the little birds
Sing chorus to the Common.
Stop. Don’t hurry off.
Enjoy the music while you can.
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