A twiggy nest gently rocks,
embraced in poplarsí endless arms.
The predator hovers near,
then plunges into limpid waters,
grabs a carp in his powerful neb
gulps the squirming body whole.
Startled by explosive shrieks,
he darts off,
pursued by savage crows.
He hesitates, swaying
on the crest of a spruce.
The crows surprise him
diving in a barrage of
beaks and thrashing wings.
Dazed, he lingers, on his swing,
while gathering to unfurl
giant feathered drapes
across the sunís glare.
With dynamic force he arches into the blue,
devoured by clouds.
The pond water glistens:
fish glide among the lily-pads,
crows strut across the lawn
------- Author's Notes -------
This is a rewrite of an old poem
Comments on this poem/writing:
|barb (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, August 12 2005, 01:19 am|
Hi Cap good to have you back writing. Thanks for joining us again.
|Capricorn (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, August 13 2005, 01:21 pm|
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