Goldfinch60

Buzzard.

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.