Leaving Canary Wharf, brightness, over reflecting fast flowing water
to swoop to dark undergrowth – catch a sole. Rise up over bright lights – see the movement below – wagtails, magpies, and wood pigeon flee. Movement in the water draws me in, sounds of rustling in the undergrowth – shimmering shapes in the water lure me closer… mass of turning fish… in the clear chill of the air.
People move towards my hidden lair in the tree tops, urban fox flees from them in arrogant slowness, heading for the park and discarded food…
Stillness of the path hides the activity of the day; the flitting dragonflies, frogs and insects hidden in the shadows of night.
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