Wednesday, 8 July 2015

And The Hawk Tipped His Tail

I tell you, it was the swallow that set me off -

Swan-diving over the lane, air-fishing for bugs

Effortless, just beautiful!

After the hawk, tipping his tail, glided away to the right,

Mobbed by a frantic parent-bird,

Reckless in defence of her young.

"You see?" I said, as if

Talking to God, "This life

Is sweet, and dangerous -

And I love it! Every foolish, feckless,

Breath of it ..."


And I held my breath as if to test the length of it

And sighed, deeply, with something like




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