By :
Deborah Susan Jones
“The rustling and raking in the
garden . . . .
no, not a Blackbird!"
The rustling came, the rustling went.
It must be Blackbirds, foraging for
food?
No!
As
the Wood became untangled, the
creatures hitherto hidden, hidden in the bracken, made
their
appearance, and, made their newly discovered presence
felt.
From the book "The Untangled Wood" - See more here!
Deborah Susan Jones

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