The Pathway, Lee Edward

Behind the rails of electric current strung up between the colossal grey pylons, a roof is covered with sunlight plates.
The satellite dish points to heaven slurping down the essence of modern life while an unpretentious bird anonymously intones an ageless song of survival and reproduction.
The grass is being shorn of today’s growth, the land boasts its summer verdure fostering life for insects feeding the chain even from the animal faeces abandoned on the pathway slashed between uncultivated growth forming a traversable route of sanity and compliance adjacent to the chaos of randomly fashioned chambers of the nest.