Grouse

I wake up extra early,

While you are still asleep;

I dress, and put socks and shoes on my feet.

I creep downstairs, head out into the black,

I am all prepared,

I am never coming back.

I walk fast, hidden

By the thick nights goodbye kiss;

These dales and fells that I crest,

Are all that I will miss.

Atop the royal purple heather,

Atop this fervent forgotten heath,

I look to the clusters of sheep,

Grazing far beneath.

I walk down through a dale,

Across a boggy fen,

Like a ship at half-sail,

I go wherever and when.

The day was grey and bleak,

Yet the wind and the world;

And the moors, were tiring and meek;

As the sun took his last gasp,

Dipping beneath the waves,

I made it to the forest, of the forgotten graves.

It was dark, my feet were aching,

And my chest was yawning;

As I lay down on the soft pine needle floor,

To wait for morning.