PAST COTTON GRASS AND MOORLAND BOULDER SHOVELING WHITE STEAM OVER HER SHOULDER. SNORTING NOISES WHILE SHE PASSES SILENT MILES OF WIND BENT GRASSES. BIRDS TURN THEIR HEAD AS SHE APPROACHES. STARE FROM THE BUSHES AT HER BLANK FACED COACHES. SHEEP DOGS CANNOT TURN THEIR COURSE THEY SLUMBER ON WITH PAWS ACROSS. i can sing this. Im not joking