Rain, then stormy wind –
Handy and tricky in turn ~
Folding tarpaulins.
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Last front house sun days –
Manipulating the ants ~
Clear generations.
Picking blackberries –
Against the fading grey light ~
Can’t tell black from red.
Much bigger ants here –
Trying hard not to kill them ~
Some kamikaze.
Pee in the river –
I’m quite sure no one is there ~
A heron, staring.
