A cold sky and distant bales at Middleton on the Wolds...as I talk chaffinch.

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At a corner of Goodmanham Road,

There is a footpath so I

Took George for a walk,

Along a hedge.

 

A chaffinch called

We spoke ( in bird language you understand ) as it flew along the hedge, tsp....tsp....tsp,

It kept us company

It's tail fanning bright white streaks as it flew,

Until we stopped here,

Where pale brown soil is sleeping.

A cloud filled, cold sky, above

Middleton on the Wolds  brings a

Biting wind, forcing us to shelter

Behind bales of straw,

 

Until a loose dog comes over to say hello, 

Making someone nearby, 

Troubled, vulnerable, afraid

 Anxious and frightened,

Call out loudly,  

Before trying to back away through the greening hedge.

 

The dog moves past, 

The fretful girl

Who is gently talked to, 

Is soothed, reassured and becomes calm,

 I continue to sketch pausing to look up

They have all gone and the seat

Is empty.

Male Chaffinch

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