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estuary tide mud bird claw print

 

 Was a faint chirp, tweet, close by, last night,

could have been an owl.

Distant motorway, for a moment drowned.

 

Still weekend walk, lone estuary waders called,

so many times before.

 

On the way back, pumped up the volume,

rocked, looked down,

 at our socks.

 

 

©rjc 2013