An Evening Walk
Just now despite having a stinking cold I thought I’d go for a walk round the block in the twilit snow, and there in that dark corner part where the path goes along the old wall of the monastery garden, past the retirement home with its frail residents eating together in the orange glow of the dining room, suddenly in the darkness came the creaking whirr of flapping wings above and literally about a thousand ducks flew over my head in v after v after v… one straggling, struggling, flapping all over the place at the rear, but then it wasn’t the last… lake hopping over the hill.
22nd February 2015