Within the confines of our lockdown
periferique there is plenty nature as
it is all farmland after about 2 minutes
from home.

First it is Wallace's a small holding with
dry cattle. Then Twomey's where Prinz
the dog lives with a large herd of Freisan's
after that is Silly O'Shea's.

Silly is nearing 90, still drives the tractor
has a bad hip. As I was passing his yard
I saw him with his elbow on the roof of
the car door ajar and he ******* out past
the gap between the two hinges. It was
fair going for his age and condition.

On I walked, past Jim Kiely's place where
Aesop the neglected donkey was, no sign
of Jim, his wife ran away with Curtis
Akerton, the locals likened that to a hen
moving in with a fox.

Down past the Akerton farmyard, before
it to be exact, I heard a conversation between
2 people inside the hedgerow. I stopped
and peered, it was Curtis with his
trousers down, the phone on loudspeaker.

Coming back the way I heard noise
coming from Jim Kiely's sheep shed
all I could figure it out was baa baa baa!

I wondered was Curtis on the phone still.