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: January 8th, 2020 03:02
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold. You gonna fly?!

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi. No I am just going to hang around in the sky.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Excellent Andy. We have buzzards near home and I can see them more or less daily. It's great to have a poem about them.

      Ex animo, Alan

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Alan. Where I play croquet we have buzzards around us and the occasional Red Kite - it is great.

        Andy.

      • dusk arising

        LOL are u sure you'd like to be a buzzard? Shall i bang a nail into the wall and hang you up there so you can get used to that staring down position?
        Joking apart these are truly marvellous beasts. Where i lived at upper wick there were a pair of buzzard and i was lucky to see them in their mating 'foreplay' where the pair locked talons and twirling around lost altitude at some speed. I'm not ornithologist but i have noticed there are both pale and darker birds locally. I wonder if the change is a seasonal thing or are they different species.

        Great to read you today.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you d a. You need two nails so that my arms can remain spread, you will need 6ft between the nails to get the full spread!
          I too love buzzards, the way they just hang in the air without effort.
          There are only one breed of buzzard in the country and the colour difference is just a difference of no particular significance.

        • Fay Slimm.

          You capture the power of free-flight so well here - an exciting read Andy -- and the number is so very cool too.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Fay, much appreciated.

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            HI UNCLE ANDY ~ GOOD EVENING ! Love the Video - Funny Valntine by a cool Jazz Combo is a perfect accompaniment as I read your elegant *Ode to the Buzzard* ! Thanks for caring & sharing !

            Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
            Love ANGELA & BRIAN
            ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you A and B, my pleasure

              Andy

            • myself and me

              Sometimes, I would imagine myself doing it. Love it.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you mandm, yes it is great to imagine being up there sailing around in peace.

              • Seek

                Orchidee, you write with the ease of your buzzard floating in the air. The flow of words is simply awe inspiring.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Hi Seek, Orchidee is my friend on here, I am Goldfinch60.

                  Thank you for your kind words.

                  Andy

                  • Seek

                    Sorry wrong click, or mistaken identity. My profound apologies. But the review remains unchanged.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Orchidee and I have known each other for many years and we often get mixed up but I can sing - he can't. LOL

                      • Seek

                        Too bad for him, I can sing too, LOL. please check my "The Stamp" out. Your honest thoughts would be priceless. Thanks.



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