Coco at the Beacon

Wow! Dark time before sun up –
Unusual
Where are we going?

Bliss – my favourite place – oh the scents:
Rabbit, rabbit, small thing, rabbit, 
sheep, sheep, little-sheep, sheep, pony, pony, sheep
fox – oh let me smell this some more -
sheep, little-sheep, sheep, not-pony big creature, sheep
sheep, little-sheep, little-sheep, bird, bird, bird, hare
oh my, oh my, oh my!
Oh, new scent. Let me smell this one longer.

My Food Lady is in a hurry,
stumbling along faster than usual.
She’s puffing now. It’s steeper.
I see you sheep. 
You’re lucky. Mustn’t touch you.
Move off the path – we are on a mission to…?
Oh… the stone thingy.
We’ve been here before.
Nice, not much to smell here, bare – 
Which way now?

No – she’s tied me to the stone thingy.
What the Bonio is she doing now?
Little fire in a tin
My Food Lady is very happy.
She clicks the talk box at the sky.
I’ll wag my tail for her.
Metal stick, in the tin.
Fire sparks. Spark! Spark! No!
Don’t like fire.

I’ll sit over here, watch the path and smell the air, delicious:
Ah… ponies call from Dowsborough,
Not-pony big creatures graze Duke’s Plantation,
fox hunts along Lady’s Edge,
birds are in the heather,
bones are under the hill.
Divine!
Sun’s coming up as usual.