A Sackful of Sorrow

A sad walk today. As we wandered through the woods next to the river, we happened upon a sack caught on a fallen branch in the water. “It smells of death” Felicia said. I loathe such cruelty from cat owners.

Floating down the river

A burlap sack

Full of sorrow

We dug a hole* for the kittens and walked on, following the path into the Royal Park and Laverstone. The town was just beginning to wake, and we managed a pre-business hour’s cup of tea at the Hiraeth tea rooms.

Silent streets

The scent of black tea

on sunlit air.

Finally, home again, following the Oxford Road to the Manor and climbing the stile. The sun was high enough to burn, so we took the longer path through the avenue, where the trees were shedding excess fruit.

Shadows short and black.

fading as the clouds boil.

Tiny conkers fall.

*easily done when one can summon an imp with a shovel.

Image: Stone Frog (American Haibun & Haiga)