Village child

[writeitout]

Rumpled grey-sock days
scuffed-shoe, scabbed-knee days
distances were longer then
closer to the ground.
Eliminate the first "days" to avoid redundancy from the start.

Dampstung colt legs buck
in awkward grace
to crazy rhythms
of bumping satchel books,
kick at invisible traces
along tree- tunnelled lanes
solitary.

Trees and fields grow thin
draped in sad cobweb rags
of rising river mists
muddy leaves lie in heavy drifts
still, dull as the blood -matted fur
don't need "the" in this line.
and empty green eyes
of the tortoiseshell cat
in the gutter
dead.

I love how the last stanza flowed.

Renee