The Chickenless Coop

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It was close – the gaggle,

An invisible mass deep in the forest,

North of the river

And over the rolling green hill.

I imagined it,

Rising up like a mushroom cloud

A sound so loud it swallowed noise,

It’s dark shadow, a curtain drawn over the sun.

I stood alone,

Behind a fence, in a field

Where a corrugated iron shelter

Speckled with rain, lay empty, inviting.

A whisper of wind

Carried a siren, and the river ran

In a silver crease. And over the hill like a smoking lum,

A lazy line – a gaggle, then a hum.

I watched it fade –

The line, my worry,

The internet signal on my phone

It would be many day til I returned home.

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