Bobbie Sparrow – New years day 2018

Four sheep stand
round in grown comfort
on top of a frost- bitten hill
the ragged bushes at their back
stop no wind

two kneel to tooth the grass
filling their bellies
with the surprising green
you could stare straight into the sun
its vigour diluted from last year’s work

rooks circle above me    throaty calls
rudimentary bells of portent
somewhere there is war
elsewhere the hunger for it
a black beak opens    I hear it say
bring out your dead.