It’s night time.
Late enough here that you are fast asleep.
The night is mild.
The sky is clear.
Around me – I am outside – the crickets sing.
Above me – I am looking – the stars are everywhere.
Everywhere!
You can not imagine how much of everywhere they fill.
The meadow, which I can’t see, has been cut - but I can smell the grass that has been bundled and spiralled into hay stacks.
The stacks are full of wild flowers and together the smell is intoxicating.
If I were a beast I would want to eat this hay.
But if I were a beast you wouldn’t come and sit with me.
Which is what I would really like.
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olive tree and a lemon tree
beastly beautiful twists of the olive tree and the intoxicating smell of lemons
in between hangs a hammock with this beast writing beautiful blogs
Olive AND lemon!
Unfair, unfair!
Mine is strung from mighty oak and broken tree house.
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