The eaves-drip dead are tightly-packed, close by the walls of the old parish church. Once, grieving mothers kept a close eye on the heavens; prayed to God for thickening cloud; for rain that might fall on the chantry roof; sanctified rain that would pour from the mouths of chimeras and baptise their newly born dead.
fallen branches
dead man’s fingers *
grasp the light
*Xylaria polymorpha, commonly known as dead man’s fingers, is a type of fungus. It often grows on decaying wood.
Alan Peat
the other bunny 