A Harrowing Experience

The field I pass on my daily walk has for several months lain fallow, its normal fecund state of productivity in deep slumber. I noted today, however, that the soil has been turned in preparation for the forthcoming season, but what will be sown remains to be seen.

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It was the group of gulls that I first saw
Gabbling at the border of the field.
The former crusted farmland had assumed
A rich brown hue, exposed to sun and air.
Whatever creatures lay beneath had been
Devoured by this feathered flock now watching,
Waiting for a further feast. I too now wait
To see what riches this good earth will bring.

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