Ashridge

Ashridge at night

Speeding in force

sixty and seventy

As a matter of course

nocturnal wild souls

are about at that time

no wonder the road kill

Is high

a thrill

dodging the bodies

seemingly they

are speeding like crazy

thats all I can say

well into the night

lots of lights in the sky

red and white slow moving

coming from high

To low, to the right

of my gaze seemingly

aircraft, so late

it doesn’t make sense

I can’t understand

at least seven sightings

across the hours spanned

lapsing into sleep

The temperature low

i am  feeling colder

with nothing to show