Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Zero at the Bone' by David Wheatley | Page 30

SCENE TEN
MCDONALD
[Consulting notebook, pencil in hand.]
I heard a curlew’s whirling, plangent call.
MCALLISTER
I left champagne in the fridge for her, to chill...
MCDONALD
I spied a redshank’s rangy, darting legs.
MCALLISTER
... then drank it. My vigil got a bit lax.
MCDONALD
I heard the marsh harrier’s murderous wheep.
MCALLISTER
She’ll come to me tonight as I drift to sleep...
MCDONALD
I have seen the bittern’s arching neck.
MCALLISTER
Not one word of reproach would I speak.
MCDONALD
I’ve watched the water rail carry its young aloft.
MCALLISTER
I have cried on her breast, laughed, cried and laughed.

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