I
Dog (no 4)
Stopped and pointed
Well, its in him to do it
Dog (no 3) mabey still has city thoughts
Although he can tell there are smells new to us here
Deer or Wild Boar
This time I didn’t get to see to tell
But resting an elbow
Better to focus binoculars
Realised this tree too was heaving in the wind
II
This earth moves
This hill below bears witness
To the glaciers
It’s stones more rounded for having travelled further
Than those sharp shattered
Frost stopped angles
Those stones of Tyrella’s Drumlins
Try burying a dog there
(Nos 1 & 2) and you’ll heave up
Such smashed stone through its thin soil.
Up on top
We walk on.
