Daisy on nature

Where are we off to Daisy? When Daisy’s nose is low to the ground she can exert quite a tug on the lead. Off we go! Along the road, keeping to its edge, and down the lane. We’re off into nature! I say. A stile appears and Daisy nips under. I feed the lead through. This isn’t nature yet, I notice. Strands of barbed wire on a fence. Daisy pulls me away into the long grass. On and on we go. Insects buzz around us. Seed heads sway. We’re there now, aren’t we Daisy? I say, bringing us to a stop. This is nature! But Daisy is looking back along the path we have taken. I follow her gaze. Stems of grass parted and broken, a flower crushed, the earth turned and uprooted.