Tonight I opened the sweetie jar

In fading lilac light

The scent of pine woods

And the spread of heather

And the feel of our earth beneath our feet

We stood on a mound

Surrounded by the sound

Of Nightjar

Whirring, churring

Almost purring

Seems endless

Then, stops

Two fly across the orange sky

Graceful silhouettes

Stun us into wonder

Of their African migration

And unusual song

And a woodcock makes a cameo appearance

Before a tawny owl drowns the cuckoo song

And a lone deer gracefully eases its way through the scrub