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Thursday, 27 September 2012

Golden Wing




Glides on golden wing majestic
Moves through the air with grace
Silent silhouette against the blue
Watching, ever keenly watching

Winding through the valley floor
She whispers in the silent fields
Graceful blue cascading maiden
Twisting, ever gently turning

Silver streaks glisten in the light
Dart through the flowing rushes
Heading home to life’s beginning
Leaping, ever higher leaping

Glides on golden wing majestic
Moves through the air with grace
Silent silhouette against the blue
Watching, ever keenly watching

Carpet strewn with speckled patches
Golden yellow border hues of green
She rolls with flowing dip and crest
Sprawling, ever gently sprawling

Senses twitch at every movement
Dash through the corn filled forests
Tail gaily bobbing he goes to ground
Staring, ever fearful staring

Glides on golden wing majestic
Moves through the air with grace
Silent silhouette against the blue
Watching, ever keenly watching

Lifeless carcass spied from above
Swooping down with grace and poise
Proud golden wing and yellow beak
Feasting, ever cautious feasting

Spreading arms reach out in welcome
Shoulders hide high nesting grounds
Where mother feeds the hungry mouths
Waiting, ever patient waiting

He glides no more on golden wing
No movement now through air with grace
No silent silhouette against the blue
Dying, ever slowly dying

He smiles through twisted rotten teeth
Poisoned bait, twisted traps of steel
Man hunts misguided in his mission
Murdering, wantonly murdering

© Fergus Martin
2012