Coup

The cog has ticked over into Autumn,

And the fields,

Are filled with pheasants,

As they rush around in huddles,

Like privates on manoeuvres.

And I do wonder if they are training,

For some great pheasant coup.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s