She mentions corncrakes in the Summer Book

I want to text you, but it’d mean I’ve thought about you

I’ve thought about the birds too, the swallows nesting in the roof

And on the branch outside, I pointed out two doves to you

And when you turned back round, our legs were touching

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things as keenly as I used to

I don’t know if this is even real

I don’t feel things