Startled by the crack they launch,
spread wings and soar
through rising summer breeze
Perfect black symmetry
wingtip to wingtip
recalling the first flight of courtship
seven years before
Circle the ripening corn
living the wind
feeling the sky
tilt, turn, circle again
Black eyes cast below
they see a figure,
watching, waiting
rifle lowered, patient
And she begins to falter
to mistrust the surging sky
her element, suddenly unmastered
He is oblivious, effortless.
Spiralling, alighting,
he turns his curious gaze
to seek his mate
And finds only empty blue
where she should be.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
Startled by the crack they launch,
spread wings and soar
through rising summer breeze
Perfect black symmetry
wingtip to wingtip
recalling the first flight of courtship
seven years before
Circle the ripening corn
living the wind
feeling the sky
tilt, turn, circle again
Black eyes cast below
they see a figure,
watching, waiting
rifle lowered, patient
And she begins to falter
to mistrust the surging sky
her element, suddenly unmastered
He is oblivious, effortless.
Spiralling, alighting,
he turns his curious gaze
to seek his mate
And finds only empty blue
where she should be.
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