The altitude men

Thanks for the intervening mountains and foot-hills and thanks for a breathless moment, For we were in a velvet night confusion.
All of us saw the flash of Sparkling Sun-rise up between the crunching hard black flint and bitter shards and through a ricochet awhead of us,
And the disturbed Magpies who gave us a full shrill staccato and flying round and retelling and retelling how the shards of the Sun-rise East was conjured by us humans!
We chose not to notice a pale blue sky and black glittering frost on the flintish ground by then,
And for us humans would had all of us cavorting and calling and slipping,
So must so he went to a crag and bashed his head!
Look so, says the Magpies.

© R Frank Wilson