A First Foraging


By Silver Spun Sand
Fri, 10 Apr 2015
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Sun-crazy – cloud wild, a Kite’s domain...
Crystal-hate straight – his gaze
Accurate to a fault – his aim
The distant blue up there – his home
And he will never mercy show
Destroys his prey, skin, hair, and bone
He hangs as if suspended there
By unseen thread – to human stare
And tarries, soft, in silvered air
The fields and forest-lands he trawls
In vain the smallest creature wrawls
For God, alone, slows cannon-balls
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That third verse is
That third verse is especially lovely, and captures that view. All birds of prey seem so elegant, especially the kite. Is the pic a kite, I thought their tails were always more, or less, forked? I know I'm sometimes puzzled at the 'less forked' look. What is 'wrawls', please?
I felt stumped for thoughts about this IP! Rhiannon
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I've learnt a new word then -
I've learnt a new word then - I had tried looking it up a bit, but not good enough dictionaries! - a lovely sounding word! Rhiannon
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The precision of language and
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The precision of language and meter so apt for this preditor!
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