Two buzzards
in a thermal chimney
soar high above the hillside
wings in silhouette
sky dancing
over field and copse.
Suddenly they hover
Soundlessly fall
like an upthrown stone
claws outstretched
and disappear from sight.
Natures’ patient hunters
momentary beings
expressions of ancient harmony
In a world said to be governed by men
manifestations of Right Order
Lords of the Sky.
