Jude Lane's post on Monday about the death of a hen harrier (named Bowland Betty) elicited many responses including this poem from Gavin Jones. Gavin lives near Bowland and I was delighted that he was prepared to share his poem via this blog.
The Ghost of a Ringtail
The moor was bright with wisps of mist,
And floating cotton grass in down.
The pipits pointed skyward wired.
So light the sun, so still the moor…