atop the hill
from the by-pass exit
i overlook my small hamlet
where daylight hours
show me modern rooftops
with curled winter smoke
or solar panel summertime glint
snug beneath a canopy
of rich green foliage
in tree sentinel
stands
belying cottage quiet
where internal media centres
keep eyes peeled
fingers itchy
and privacy secured
lest the dark world find out
our tiny little secrets.
