New Scratcher Joined 3 weeks, 6 days ago United States
This is the night mail crossing the Border,Bringing the cheque and the postal order,Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,The shop at the corner, the girl next door.(Ran by @Bleebtown )
Past cotton-grass and moorland boulderShovelling white steam over her shoulder,Snorting noisily as she passesSilent miles of wind-bent grasses.Birds turn their heads as she approaches,Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches.
