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.