out of the Real

Yesterday five ducks descended from the sky to our wee pond.  It felt to me as if they had arrived ‘out of the Real’.

[The words above were written by the poet Edwin Morgan in a letter to a friend.]

I am probably more a Magpie than a Raven, Dove or Duck! I would prefer to be more like an Eagle or song Thrush.

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