Some songs you can sing
Some songs sing you.
Polly is the perfect hero for our time, working through grief and finding breathless romance while gaining understanding of what most humans fail so miserably to inherit.
Nature desperately needs defenders like Polly.
So, uncurl your long-forgotten claws and scratch deep beneath the surface of your assumed reality.
Unfurl your long-neglected wings and soar high above the divine West Country landscapes you think you know.
Widen your eyes and cast, like caution, your disbelief to the winds that shapes the trees and tors.
Watch out for the bullies, the mindless vandalism, the everyday country folk and the dwellers of deeper time.
Witness geese or ghosts, first kisses and impossible secrets, and find where bloodlines and saplines entangle.
The Feathered Tree, a heartfelt ballad of a book, a folkloric lament passionately underscored by the untamed music of a wild-hearted world.
Listen, most carefully, and you will hear voices. Listen longer and deeper and you will hear the howling song of everything.
John Wilkinson.