In the orchard
Our dog Mr. Lynch
Rolls in his own happiness.
Framed by Marybrook pond,
A heron.
Still life
On the easel of himself.
Across the river
Sunshine butters Knocknanuss
With furze blossom.
Cattle bat flies
With their fly bat ears.
Two jets crisscross
A blue sky
Leaving an X
On the ozone layer.
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