cotton wool clouds in azure blue skies
crisp morning air catches my breath
crows in orchard discuss the situation
distant sound of traffic is peppered with small arms fire
twenty
thirty
fourty miles distant
a rumble catches my ear
a russian attack helicopter lets go its payload
as seagulls chase an early morning tractor
flash of white across the freshly turned soil
an explosion of flapping wings
gently rising smoke amongst the rows of burnt out military hardware
oak tree casts a shadow
light and shade
smoke rising from a field of bomb craters
amidst the ruined buildings
burnt out cars
lives in shreds
sheep sit 'shooting the breeze'
sparrows encroach into each others territory
disagreeing
squabbling
fighting
chasing in and out of hedgerows
oblivious to the metaphor
helicopter passes over head
