Flight of fancy

29 May 2010 § Leave a comment

Sussex in May is about as green and pleasant a land as you could hope to find. I love it with a passion, but even I’m forced to concede it’s a bit lacking in drama. It’s hedgy, rather than edgy. So I’m always delighted to see buzzards, the largest birds of prey hereabouts, which have recently returned from the edge of extinction to haunt our skies once again. They’re little splinters of the long-lost Wildwood; a reminder that even in our tame countryside, there are still the hunters and the hunted. This little ottava rima goes out to them all.

BLUE SKY THINKING

Time was you’d never see them here. Today

I watched a pair dispute a square of sky

Like fighter aces: circling wide, at bay

Then closing, locking talons, spinning high

Like lost umbrellas, neither giving way

Till one broke with a lonely, keening cry.

An echo of the wild that made me yearn

For more than just the buzzards to return.

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