The peacock buttery sits flat; magnificent; military-like; and luminous.
A single small white feather lay earthed in solitude beneath my breath.
Brown fingered buzzards soar low and brave.
Weed waved knots grow back clump-like and strong.
Mustard bubbled blooms return bright with sudden surprise.
Extraordinary aromas spin through foggy air drafts hung.
Gentled shadowed rabbits run.
Field cuts gone-
New grazes; hallowed and once again begun.
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