Dog Walk In A Cloud

Let's go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let's go for a walk

Past lunatic dogs

Heads full of moons and teeth

Along a long lane

We can talk as we walk

Take our own limping post

Wasp-stung canine

Deaf as a post

And to this world

Passing random scenes of fly-tipping

There's got to be money in that we'll say

But there isn't

But there isn't

One day let's go back with power tools

Charged and make something of it

Make something of it

Make something of it

Make something of it

Let's go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let's go for a walk

Open the gate then a diagonal setting

Across any field that's vibrant velveteen green

Towards the dark woods and murderous cuds

Young cows tracking us myopically

As we pass through the second high pasture

At the gate, sanitised

A view reveals to few

We reach the top

No need to hoist a flag

This land isn't ours

The moat to our left

Not a moat to boast about

The river, an estuary now

Silvery tingled

Away way below

We pause

For photos of oaks and the like

Swapping phones with screen crash

And for our breath

We pause

Let's go for a walk

We can take some food

Have a talk as we walk

Let's go for a walk

Down then down we

An Audrey limping tread

Cut across to the old church

Climbing a forbidden fence

A single bone signposts the churchyard gate

I guess the owner couldn't wait

Plenty more hidden beneath grey stones

Under soft ground sinking

An official letter from a bishop I think