It is often when I am taking my regular walk with my faithful dog in the morning that inspiration comes to me in a flash. Yesterday I was wandering in a nearby field when I was aware of a body of swooping birds up and flying in reasonably tight formation. They were very low and I could almost feel the wind from their collective wings. But it was the sound they made that inspired me, it sounded like the soft rustle of silk. So taken was I by this image that I immediately went home and started a long rather rambling poem. Whether it ever sees the light of day is another matter, it depends how it evolves but whether it does or not I think the sound of those birds, flying, sweeping across the field, seemingly so united in their quest will stay with me for its beauty. At that moment I felt part of a much greater world than the merely human.