Buzzard
Buzzard Birds
Manifesting in the high noon sky
He swirls, and turning
Wheels and dives, while I
In awestruck silence wait,
And, breathless, wish him nearer so my eye
Could note his colour and his powerful frame.
Wildness in perfection on the wing.
Buzzard-bird your freedom
Sets my soul a-sing
In praise of noble will
Which dominates yet fetters everything
In woven bands as strong as tempered steel.
Mewing calls resound and split the air
As, gliding into view, another there
Impedes your upward thrust
With piruettes in ballet-solitaire,
And talons gently touch your fearsome breast.
Monumental speed and wills a-clash
Send earthward sparkling birds
In lovelorn dash,
While I with bated breath
Catch the wonderous moment
When, in victory flash
She SCREAMS, then leads him, conquered, nestward bound.
Fay Slimm
- 23
- 1
- Nikon D800
- 1/100
- f/6.3
- 500mm
- 100
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