Wednesday 20 June 2018

Summer Birds


Young Great Tit

In my hands, frail beat
Of fledged feathers, claw and beak
Fly now, far from me

The dog pauses, wait!
Just long enough for me to
Find a fledgling perch


Hunting Buzzard

Sky-writing above
Longhand. Slow, deliberate
Soliloquy quills


House-martins and Swallows

Weaving through hedgerows
With the evening summer light
Strings of bird bunting


Young Starlings at St. Margaret's Chapel 

From the bell tower
They leap. Hearts and wings clamour
Not falling...gliding!




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