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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments6
So seem less and happy! Enjoyable read…
Thank you Paisab.
Andy
Ahh, windless. So you didn't see it this last weekend?! lol.
KP's an old buzzard.
I saw two more yesterday Orchi when I was playing croquet.
Andy
Can i come back as the buzzard catcher then? LoL oh just gorgeous, 🌹
To be caught by you would be fine Teddy. LOL
Andy
Great poem.It took me there. Well done
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
So many of us have dreamed of flight and gliding over land and sea. Beautiful images presented here.
So very true soren, thank you.
Andy
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.
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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