Kek-kek-kek-kiak Kek-kek-kek-kiak
Sky-high on his cross of air,
His war cry, a dry clack,
Like an ack-ack gun.
Canyons of cloud above my probing stare,
The tiercel is circling the wood
Like a steel trap, poised to snap.
I am drawn by his lure,
Small tiger of the Heavens,
Hook-beaked spitfire splitting
The creamy silk of a summer's day,
Slitting the wind,
Winged scythe of a lightning fork
His taloned gauntlets
Spear through sheers of cloud,
A break-neck stoop
His guillotine swoop
Swift as a hit-man's kill
In down town world, New York.
Hedgerows are bulldozed.
Cities nest in woods.
Badger, and fox's home's a superstore.
A mortgaged temple of glass and masonry
Suburbs are serving writs through the peat bog door.
6 comments:
perfect for SWF! Happy weekend! Hoping you can visit my skywatch post.
Majestic shot. Beautiful.
Sydney - City and Suburbs
I love to watch the raptors and they seem to do well in our piece of suburbia. Wide open areas run through our subdivision and the residence fee quail and other small birds, voles and other rodents inhabit the open areas as well. Lots to eat for wintering raptors.
Wow, that last line is fantastic! And so terribly true.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
Beautiful photo of a magnificent bird!
Quite a capture! Happy skywatching!
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