Sea green stalks of corn break
by breeze under puffed clouds
chalk hills proclaiming thunder.
Small dog leaps, brushes butterfly
sniffs smells lodged in unmapped
brain cells, turns her head to rabbits cry
hare’s print kestrel’s whine, scurry of field mice.
We walk the ridge her and I
puppy nose twitch tail heart pumps
new life breaks around her like
nature’s kaleidoscope; all wonder.
Sea green stalks corn break
brown earth agate, stiff breeze
night flickers on edge of twilight
as we head home for tomorrow.
Victoria Mosley 
the dogess is a great unofficial muse!
I understand this so completely yet if I try to write this way it’s a no way..Very strange. but I do love your writing thankyou for posting this
Ah its just a kind of translation of a moment I think, I don’t ”try ” to write any way it just comes; but thank you John