Six Little Words

Week 8

An old wooden boat lies lopsided, slats sinking into the mud, the marsh reclaiming its broken bones.

Beside it, two gulls fight over a scrap of fish, neither giving ground in a tug-of-war.

For once, mouths too full to speak. Others make up for it; all around is a cacophony of birdcalls.

And from the reedbeds comes the booming of the bitterns.