He'd left Ely in the early afternoon that day.
But pale became dirty like the Fen water may.
Clouds bustled as he trudged darker in their greys.
A bothersome drizzle covered land
and to his disdain
Footsteps went deeper as new mud gave way.
He dreamed of warming himself at Wicken.
But his trek back unforeseeably thickened.
Drizzle became rain but thanks to the light of the day.
Bill cooper sought shelter and found his way
into a healthy stand of Alder.
Day's rays remained, except two degrees colder.
He strolled out as rain eased overcast broke sent tither
Just a touch of mist the waning pre-dusk cloud slither
Air unsettling stillness, the roofless violet twilight
Bush racket and rustle reminded him of falling night
Sure he'd made it all the way
Yet his destination nowhere in sight
Then as if a savior was sent from the corner of his eye
Came the glow of lantern neither too low or too high
Followed as night folded into tenebrous black
Forgetting how he insisted, now veering off track
Boots filled with water, nose with decay
He realized with ugly gloom and dismay, no way back
Lantern went out
The imagination inflammed
No footrpints or body, just silence remained
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