The field reveals its secrets at dawn. Flattened circles of grass and meadowsweet where the deer slept, clumps of fur where the badgers shuffled through brambles, the tips of ears betraying hare hiding in their forms, the sound of swallows gathering before their migration back to Africa. I love this field and all its life.

Lyrics

Swallows gathering on the wire, flocking over the wild flowers. Fledglings struggling with new limbs, their chattering song makes my heart sing, sing.

Sickle wings swoop and soar, flying lower than before. The world depends on an ounce of feathers, my whole world depends on an ounce of feathers, feathers.

Lying on my back in the field, looking up at the sky overhead, earth below me, sky above me, everything is as it should be from here.

In the long grass deer sleep, flattening beds of meadowsweet. Badger tracks all around, I follow their pathways, trying not to make a sound, a sound.

Ears twitch in the field below, black tips reveal more than they show. Hare sleeps beneath the golden barley, I want to run beneath the golden barley with the hares, with the hares.

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