David Taylor - Bindweed

He sighs as the sun lowers towards his horizon
as lengthening shadows cross his winding path
a magpie plays in the hedgerow, he looks for a second
In the distance smoke rises from rooftop chimneys
and his breath becomes just visible in chilled autumn air
Bindweed lines his path strangling his desire to explore
and in the distance a deer stands trancelike held in fear
Behind a stick snaps with crisp echoes in his mind
above high in a sycamore an owl opens one eye
as he rests in his hollow bough once home to squirrels
who fervently seek acorns on the sparsely covered ground
and all is thinly veiled in a wispy insubstantial mist.
Tomorrow he says to himself, tomorrow I will
but not today.

David Taylor

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