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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

The Hare

The hare rose and twitched
Amid the kerneled oats
Two ears taut against the tide.
At some hidden sign or sound
He dropped and was gone
A thrash of grass revealing a turn
Gone 50 yards away.
The field moved again as one
And I moved too
Hefting my bag and boots
To the path of brittle mud
Whistling notes to a rising lark
And setting the sun behind me.
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