Manifesting in the high noon sky
He swirls, and turning
Wheels and dives, while I
In awestruck silence wait,
And, breathless, wish him nearer so my eye
Could note his colour and his powerful frame.
Wildness in perfection on the wing.
Buzzard-bird your freedom
Sets my soul a-sing
In praise of noble will
Which dominates yet fetters everything
In woven bands as strong as tempered steel.
Mewing calls resound and split the air
As, gliding into view, another there
Impedes your upward thrust
With piruettes in ballet-solitaire,
And talons gently touch your fearsome breast.
Monumental speed and wills a-clash
Send earthward sparkling birds
In lovelorn dash,
While I with bated breath
Catch the wonderous moment
When, in victory flash
She SCREAMS, then leads him, conquered, nestward bound.
my turn to comment on you! ! WOW. this poem remind of 'the falcon'.....is that what is called? ....anyways it is fabulous and really conjours up a vivid image! ! God bless! ! xoxoxox ash
Lovely. Very well put. I can watch them from my window and often see the gulls and crows seeing them off. At one time buzzards were relatively rare, I am told. I was delighted to see so many when I moved here. They are majestic, even in Devon.
I love birds of prey so read this poem first, your description is spot on and your poetry of motion had me awestruck. A wonderful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You took us on an exciting trip, and it was a great ride! Very earthy and real, watching those Buzzards do what they do best. We have hay fields and we watch them after the hay has been cut swoop down on the dead mice and snakes. You captured the scene very well with you choice selection of words, Fay. Well done! A '10! ' for sure. Warm Wishes, Marilyn