Hills and jagged lines
Sun approaches skyline
Clouds pinken and redden
Easy on the eye-line.
He sits down to rest
No one is around
On a lush green hill
He takes out what he found.
Weighs it in his hand
He holds it to the light
Smooth and dark and flat
Fits in palm just right.
Voices from below
Hitting leaves with sticks
Upright taller beings
Strange wise and foolish mix.
He gets up to leave
Heading up the hill
Prickling of his fur
Says perhaps stay still.
They come out of trees.
Bares his jagged teeth
But voices that he knows
On the hill beneath.
Recognise their smell
Friends he knows are these,
Standing upright now
hands beside his knees.
"There you are Golden
and you found her phone.
Jane was getting worried
now off you go on home."
Sun approaches skyline
Clouds pinken and redden
Easy on the eye-line.
He sits down to rest
No one is around
On a lush green hill
He takes out what he found.
Weighs it in his hand
He holds it to the light
Smooth and dark and flat
Fits in palm just right.
Voices from below
Hitting leaves with sticks
Upright taller beings
Strange wise and foolish mix.
He gets up to leave
Heading up the hill
Prickling of his fur
Says perhaps stay still.
They come out of trees.
Bares his jagged teeth
But voices that he knows
On the hill beneath.
Recognise their smell
Friends he knows are these,
Standing upright now
hands beside his knees.
"There you are Golden
and you found her phone.
Jane was getting worried
now off you go on home."
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