Rhiannonw

Outing in the car, drizzling outside, can’t see very far, thoughts begin to slide. Saturated hedges, trees are dripping drops, soaking wet the verges; but the driver stops, –

Unwelcome explosion! a plague population: they ate the fruit, and nibbled each shoot, they cropped the corn, great swathes were shorn: the farmer’s annoyed, his labour destroyed.