Jul 2016
A solitary kestrel
hanging like a perfect falcon
in the upper air
his shadow slipping
over wind turned rock and bracken
and a field mouse
swaying like a tawny flower
on a meadow stem
picked in sheer simplicity from earth
and lost by subtle seconds.
hanging like a perfect falcon
in the upper air
his shadow slipping
over wind turned rock and bracken
and a field mouse
swaying like a tawny flower
on a meadow stem
picked in sheer simplicity from earth
and lost by subtle seconds.
If you twitch you see these things - kestrels down on mice, and other small rodents. Maybe thinking sadly of "Windhover" and my mother's "Nature red in tooth and claw".
(Thailand)
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