The Kestrel

Getting up the hill was exhausting
but once there we caught breath.

We had to cross a road, strangely,
before entering a field of horses.

I was calm then and they came to me.
We stroked them on that hillside of mud.

Passing beyond that field I looked up,
spotted the kestrel, hovering there.

Passing you the glasses you watched
and it was a joy to pass that on to you.

We continued up the hill, reached the top,
walked through the wind at the edge.

You enjoyed that wind blowing over you
as we looked across to hills and water.

Continuing our walk, we passed by the hotel
where my friend had had his honeymoon.

We turned a corner and the sky was filled
with a black spring of jackdaws.

Behind us, on the other side of the hill,
the kestrel swooped down for prey.

Neil Campbell is from Manchester. He has two collections of short stories, Broken Doll and Pictures From Hopper, published by Salt, and two poetry collections, Birds and Bugsworth Diary, published by The Knives Forks and Spoons Press, who have also published his short fiction chapbook, Ekphrasis. Recent stories have appeared in Unthology 6, The Stockholm Review of Literature and Best British Short Stories 2015. A collection of flash fiction, Fog Lane, is forthcoming from Gumbo Press, and his first novel, Sky Hooks, was published by Salt in 2016. His Twitter: @neilcambers.

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