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Array ( [sid] => 162681 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sparrow Hawk. [time] => 2010-10-08 09:21:02 [hometext] => This Sparrow Hawk has been hanging around my garden aviary for the last week. [bodytext] => Sparrow Hawk

Enters the clearing of my eye line
Grey backed and white flashing burned orange
He soars high on well rounded wings.
Carrying the wind and a dream beneath a dark tail
He spots me, frozen by his presence, at the aviary door.
Makes for a copse of trees under the shade dappled hill
And lands in the low branches of a silver birch.
From there he sits watching me, watching him,
And in my wire mesh compound I can see him, aloof
And alone in silent contemplation, a small smudge fully loaded
Casting a bird shadow over the land.
I feed the aviary birds, aware of his power, distant yet troubling.
Then through the silence I hear the whoosh of wings,
And the pocket size power erupts through the mid day sky,
Flashing like flames at the furnace door, He weaves through clouds,
Then straightens himself like a fine tapered arrow
And heads for the wire mesh of the aviary door. Changes his mind
And swoops away to the far horizon.
Stunned by his beauty, his power, his vision,
I sit on the garden wall, humbled by his freedom. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 Oct 8, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
Sparrow Hawk.

Contributed by cashfan1 on Friday, 8th October 2010 @ 09:21:02 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



Sparrow Hawk

Enters the clearing of my eye line
Grey backed and white flashing burned orange
He soars high on well rounded wings.
Carrying the wind and a dream beneath a dark tail
He spots me, frozen by his presence, at the aviary door.
Makes for a copse of trees under the shade dappled hill
And lands in the low branches of a silver birch.
From there he sits watching me, watching him,
And in my wire mesh compound I can see him, aloof
And alone in silent contemplation, a small smudge fully loaded
Casting a bird shadow over the land.
I feed the aviary birds, aware of his power, distant yet troubling.
Then through the silence I hear the whoosh of wings,
And the pocket size power erupts through the mid day sky,
Flashing like flames at the furnace door, He weaves through clouds,
Then straightens himself like a fine tapered arrow
And heads for the wire mesh of the aviary door. Changes his mind
And swoops away to the far horizon.
Stunned by his beauty, his power, his vision,
I sit on the garden wall, humbled by his freedom.




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Re: Sparrow Hawk. (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Friday, 8th October 2010 @ 03:24:09 PM AEST
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Humbled by his freedom, so much in that one line,writing that enables us to see what you see with such clarity and feel the wonder and awe with which you hold Nature in such high esteem, a pleasure as always Dennis


Re: Sparrow Hawk. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 8th October 2010 @ 03:35:39 PM AEST
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A great ending and a wonderful scene. Good job!

-Phil


Re: Sparrow Hawk. (User Rating: 1 )
by RowenM on Friday, 8th October 2010 @ 04:25:57 PM AEST
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I had to really think about it, like to really imagine the picture.
And it made me laugh out loud.
I wish i had been that lucky to see it.
Terrific Job! :)


Re: Sparrow Hawk. (User Rating: 1 )
by thebadguy9999 on Saturday, 9th October 2010 @ 06:39:09 AM AEST
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nice




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