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