Saxon Crow


Open door

Step outside

Walk up steps

Look left 

Look right

Clouds grey up above

There\'s only rain

On dew soaked grass

Down the street

I follow feet

Around the corner

To the farmers field

The view is green

Where I look

It\'s peaceful here

I\'m feeling good

In the distance

Echoes heard

Moving on

Time for home

Dog barks

Cock crows

The towers humming

For mobile phones

The birds chirping

Squirrel feeds

The stillness

Of the flowering trees

A distant drone 

That turns to roar

A car drives by

Off to work

The marching grind

Of foot to floor

Stopping for breath

I\'m at my door