Weaponry.
The falcon's wings spell feathered death
as diving he asks
no creature's permission to kill.
A floating shadow of nature's extended
claws makes cameras
shiver at sudden curled flash.
Weaponry dashes its primeval message
of mastery while
humans just bow in acceptance.
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: January 20th, 2021 03:44
- Comment from author about the poem: I saw this amazing shot of a falcon attacking someone's pigeon and had to write a few words about the perfection of the bird's weaponry.
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Comments8
Built for predation. Such perfection is poetry itself. These are stunning birds to see in the wild as are all the hawks. Mind you, you'll need excellent eyesight to determine which hawk you see because they don't hang about.
Yep. I think you've encompassed all of a bird of prey's action features here including their usual brief appearance.
Good write and pic Fay.
Hi Fay
I love the first line and the pace of the poem. Falcon's don't hang about with their killing.
Phil
amazing creatures aren't they .. and probably as near to perfect predators as there ever has been ..
I think I saw a couple of frames after this mid air shot was taken ... shocking, but entirely necessary for survival ...
You are so right. Many photos of violence, natural or other, seem as if they will shatter the lens and burn a hole through the film or whatever is inside cameras these days. Fit metaphor for human slaughter too? We don't seem to ask for permission, do we?
This photo is terrifying. I cannot look at it without the feeling that in the next few moments my guts are to be torn out
Yet I don’t want to forget the grace and beauty of these raptors in the air. Perfect harmony with their environment.
Your poem covers the current situation perfectly, structured with the care, which is your forte, Fay.
Beautiful words Fay and a wonderful picture.
All raptors are so wonderful to see and I have seen many of them in my birdwatching life.
Andy
'humans just bow in acceptance'
or sadly, take aim...
I never knew how magnificently intimidating they looked 'in flight' until a few years ago, so fast: their dive is spectacular,
a fitting dedication dear Fay
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