A Day Out in The Country

The uniformity of the green field
from my window ..
Though still predominantly green,
was interrupted
here and there, by random smears
of the deepest
crimson imaginable and which in
turn, reminded
me of an old Goethe masterpiece,
or Passchendaele ..
Tho’ on closer inspection, through
my inherited pair
of old, world war one, field glasses ..
I could just make
out the remains of at least a dozen
stillborn lambs ..
Each rendered lifeless, by a single
over-excited dog,
a mixed flock of corvids and three
opportunistic gulls ..
I also noticed, that the previously
well displayed sign,
requesting all dogs, be kept on their
leads during
lambing season, had been destroyed
and was evidently
ignored by hordes of tourists from
the big city who
were seemingly just out for a day’s jolly ..