Buzzard.

Goldfinch60



Just hanging in the sky with effortless motion,

Swirling in wide lazy circles, going ever upward,

No wing beats on this fine, sunny, still day;

The occasional mew breaking the peace.

 

Eyes looking around for mile on mile;

Still going upwards, on this windless day,

Until at last the prey is seen, and like an arrow

It stoops to the ground with incredible speed.

 

When I come back I want to be a buzzard

Hanging in the sky with that effortless ease.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2024 01:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: If you see a buzzard in the air, think of me.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Teddy.15.
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Comments7

  • Accidental Poet

    Wonderful poem and video Andy. 👍
    Aloft in the air
    On the wings of my dreams
    Being who I'm meant to be
    More than who I seem

    • Goldfinch60

      Most kind AP, thank you.

      Andy

    • Parisab

      So seem less and happy! Enjoyable read…

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Paisab.

        Andy

      • orchidee

        Ahh, windless. So you didn't see it this last weekend?! lol.
        KP's an old buzzard.

        • Goldfinch60

          I saw two more yesterday Orchi when I was playing croquet.

          Andy

        • Teddy.15

          Can i come back as the buzzard catcher then? LoL oh just gorgeous, 🌹

          • Goldfinch60

            To be caught by you would be fine Teddy. LOL

            Andy

          • David Wakeling

            Great poem.It took me there. Well done

            • Goldfinch60

              Most kind David, thank you.

              Andy

            • sorenbarrett

              So many of us have dreamed of flight and gliding over land and sea. Beautiful images presented here.

              • Goldfinch60

                So very true soren, thank you.

                Andy

              • Bella Shepard

                Many a morning as I walk I watch the turkey buzzards and hawks gliding as you say, effortlessly. I can understand your afinity for them, I often stretch out my arms and soar along side them. Thank you for this heavenly piece Andy.

                • Goldfinch60

                  It is such a wonder to watch birds gliding in the air Bella, I have spent many an hour just watching them.

                  Andy



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