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Jo Bell
ROOKS OVER AVEBURY
ROOKS OVER AVEBURY
ROOKS OVER AVEBURY
There must have been a score of them,all lift-and-dip-and-fluster, beak and feather
against half-formed clouds, greybonnet winds.
The circled stones lay under them unnoticed,
and none of our paths relevant to their high view.
They flew, it seemed, without direction. But they flew.
© 2014, Jo Bell
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ROOKS OVER AVEBURY
There must have been a score of them,all lift-and-dip-and-fluster, beak and feather
against half-formed clouds, greybonnet winds.
The circled stones lay under them unnoticed,
and none of our paths relevant to their high view.
They flew, it seemed, without direction. But they flew.
ROOKS OVER AVEBURY
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