Drizzle smirrs the hill, swells
grey air with the stink of smoke.
Dogs shiver in disappointment.
Mountains huddle under wet shrouds
and seaweed bracken straggles
our braeside pathway
bur red deer, exultant in their
Christmas crowns, gather under
the lee of the hill, heedless
of our intrusion or
the fine rain.
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