Owls at Dusk

 

The air moving from the wings of a large bird

The clinking of tiny slate rippling through the trees

 

The whoa of the river as I open the window

Rain on slate

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The rise and fall of voices out of the window

The whistle of the steam train

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The neap of a buzzard as it soars on the thermals

The wind sawing through the conifers in Autumn

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The river opposite the house in the gap on the hill

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