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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.

Friday, 27 May 2016

The hawk

A hawk hovers over the marshland,
Lord knows what it's found,
A world, perhaps, hiding in the mallows,
Or maybe just a vole, a baby wader,
Injured otter frail and young,
Waiting for a mother who's tangling,
Shaking to escape a sleepy fisherman's net downstream.
Perhaps it's better to fly with the hawk
Than wait for the hungry night and what it brings.
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