"kestral" poems
Evening meadow in November
Glowing in sun's golden ember
Wind whispers in the grasses
Kestral screeching as he passes
Giant storm clouds in the distance
But above my head the sky is clear
Birds singing in persistance
Calling for the attention of my ear
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Across the blistered gibber plain where flies die in the sand
Through swamps of prickly sago where rotting death is planned,
To stride in windblown tussock hills where wind vanes carved their say
To saunter groves of green tree fern where moa giants did play.
In clearings cut with alkali, tusked elephant would loom
With crevassed hides, Methuselah, once aged in terms of doom.
Whilst high above the rocky crags of ancient mountain high,
The keening screech of kestral soaring up to deep blue sky.
Heavy boots in crusted sand where tiny lizards flee
Amidst the rust red rubble of volcanic rock and scree,
To clamber up the ignimbrite, great Vulcan's steps of stone,
Encrusted with thick epiphyte in lichen's mossy home.
Up into the altitude where dark cloud clusters here
And the threat of rolling thunder indicates that rain is near,
Torrential in it's downpour with sudden squall of gale
Surmounted, all quite suddenly, with a blinding blast of hail.
Staggering to shelter in a tiny alpine hut
To find hot coffee on the woodstove and a curvy, hot young ****
To find us frollicking together beneath a patterned patchwork quilt
Was quite beyond my imagination's comprehensions built?
And afterwards in slumber through the curtains of our room
I watched, in fascination, at a hanging, frozen moon
And wondered, in amazement, at the doings of the day
And speculated, sleepily, where tomorrow's prospects lay.
Blearily I stretch out from the covers, nicely warm
To nullify persistence of that alarm's intruding horn,
Yawning into morning I remove myself from bed
With panicked realisation....all dreams evacuate my head.
Vanished are the alpine hut, the dolly bird, the caves
The crash of rolling thunder and the plunge of mighty waves,
Gone are those phantoms which dwelt inside my mind
Devestatingly dismissed until re-dreamed another time.
M.
Pukehana Paradise
13 December 2014
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
i took a walk today along a nature trail
there i saw a pheasent with a lovely colored tail
there were blues and greens and a shade of red
with a little crest stuck upon his head.
further down the road high up in the sky
i saw little kestral as he was flying bye
flying round in circles looking for his prey
he did a mighty swoop and took his prey away.
then i saw a squirrel having lots of fun
jumping tree to tree in the midday sun
he had a bushy tail as lovely as can be
he was very funny and brought a smile to me.
it made me feel so peaceful. brought joy to my soul
now i feel so glad i took my nature stroll
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
there was a little kestrel a little bird of prey
he would chase his food thats how he spent his day
flying round the fields with his beady eye
till he found his bait then drop down from the sky
he was very fast and like the speed of sound
grabbing at his kill that was running on the ground
then when he got tired he would take a rest
he would fall asleep inside his little nest
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
Watching with bird pride
Working the cliff-side
Looking for noon fare,
Freezing in mid-air
Hovering, sharp-eyed
Swooping, he nose-dived
Spreading a wide wing
Sweeping, his claws cling
Avoiding a sharp beak
Emitting a high squeak
Running, a small shrew
Avoiding the next cue
Missing , the bird soared
Pulsating, his eyes bored
Trailing the same line
Waiting for next time.
Predatory Kestral
Doing his best.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC