The birds were busy
It was that time of year
Dancing, preening, chasing, breeding
Being pretty
Croci was busy too
Digging down
Doing dirt work
Being black coal glistening oil slick rainbow
Shifting shapes
Universal and bedecked by stars
The night sky
Constellated different at every glance
In the field digging
Heads down
The Rooks
Barefaced
Marlin spiked
Trowel headed
Looking for some sub surface thing
Long lost

Chris Reed