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Sage is lying on her back – stretched out on the freshly cut grass which circles like an amphitheatre around the Botanic gardens bird lake. The clouds are floating past like elongated balls of cotton wool. They’re white then light grey, then an ominous charcoal. They string out like fairy floss being pulled apart in blobs and strands. The slowness of the dense whites are passed by the speediness of wispy charcoal filaments and in the distant background the steady towering banks of cumulous hold fort over the dancing and cavorting foreground. And all the while it is the earth turning in unison with the gusting wind which assists their passing. The dank smell of stagnant water mingled with bird droppings hangs in the warm afternoon air. It took a while to find a spot not littered with bird poop but she was determined to think and reflect on how she was going to deal with the latest issue at hand. She studies the passing fiesta of clouds as she ponders the gravity of yesterday’s death battle.
‘Well, it was either me or, him and who would have thought that she could turn things around like she did?’
He’d planned it well – his modus operandi – not a fail-safe plan but a cunning one. Daring even. For there was an assumption on his part that she would be of the mind to investigate how and why there were legs protruding from the undergrowth. That in her curiosity, she would wander off the track and into his trap. Someone else might have scampered off in fear or gone to fetch help. Which makes her think that he may have known something about her and her particular mentality. ‘How so?’, she wonders.

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

Gently touched by the breeze
the grass is so delicate,
but strong enough to withstand the imposition
Much as I wish to gently touch you
and thank you for being
strong enough to withstand
the imposition of my delicacy

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image