we
walk
and
we talk
about
this and that
loneliness
people
the future
lost
in our worries
we
spot two magpies
we
are trying not to be
superstitious
from
our hilltop
vantage
point
we
notice shafts
of
golden sunlight
radiating
towards the sea
suddenly
we
are drawn
to
a fluttering
in
the hedgerow
we
look down
and
see a thrush
struggling
we
stop and ponder
what
to do
a bird with a
broken
wing
is
a sad thing
it
is scared
so
are we
we
do nothing
and
move on
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