Walking on a path, cradled in a holloway, tree branches curve across overhead
Sunken into the land, green banks of foliage, tree roots, holes in softened bark
Parallel to the road but hidden – the old way, quiet footfall
Looking down underfoot a drift of feathers, quite still
Hues of blues, greys, white and a hint of yellow caught my eye and held it
A pathway for a bird of prey
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