Dedh
Dew Cans ha Pemdhek
De
Sadorn,
tryja
mis Est
Saturday,
3rd
August
My
a veu difünys qwarter òja
whegh eur gen paw cath medhel et o lagas. Trei-garr a venja tabm
boos. Gwag o hei. Hei a rutyas hy fedn bedn o scovarn terebo my dhe
sevel emadn. Nena, “Bomm! Bomm!” - thera nebonan gen godn arta en
gwel a-ûhen.
“Bomm! Bomm!” Dew valyer. Cònidnas trûan!
Po, martesen, ew colom coos trûan
po briny trûan!
Na ellen nei gweles an gwel. Còsel
o e'n cres an jedh ha nena, hanath, “Bomm! Bomm!” arta. Grevys o
vy. Gwell ew genam an colom. My a viras ort o whynas fettow teg;
gwegas, brâs
ha gwydn aga flourys pur, o tevy war bayl neus. My a welas pedry pronter
purpur ha montbretia rüdhvelyn
ewedh. Thew montbretia dhort Sooth Afryca - ehen anketh omlesüs ew.
I
was awoken at quarter past six by a gentle cat's paw in my eye.
Three-legs wanted a bit of food. She was hungry. She rubbed her head
against my ear till I got up. Then, “Bang! Bang!” - there was
someone with a gun again in a field above us. Bang! Bang! Two
barrels. Poor rabbits! Or, perhaps, it's poor wood pigeons or poor
crows! We can't see the field. It was quiet in the middle of the day
and then, this evening, “Bang! Bang!” again. I am annoyed. I
prefer the pigeons. I looked at my pretty weeds; bindweed with big
white pure flowers, growing on a wire fence. I saw purple knapweed and orange montbretia as well. Montbretia is from South Africa - it's an invasive foreign species.
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