“Unveiling the Mysteries: What Secrets Lie Beneath This Frosty Morning?”
I’d hypnotically stand as mesmerised as a foggy-faced scarecrow
up to my wooden stick ankles in lush-green grass blades
where sheep bleat and cows low
bringing me round to duelling crow-cawing echoes
where my frozen nose
refuses to dethaw to frosty wintry morning sense-of-smell dawn raids.
