Eventually I came to a wide open field
planted with winter wheat, where I knew
the farmer would crucify me if he saw.

It was all down to my new kite needing
the clear space not possible in our valley,
except there was no wind and the ground

was a mire swallowing one step after another.
A peewit kept me company, flying broken-
winged and weeping Over here! Over here!

tempting me into some final act of violence
against her. Never mind, as long as her plan
saved the nest with its clutch of delicious eggs.