This morn, I spied a rapturous, red-tailed hawk, She spied me back, inviting me to gawk, Instinctive, sensing I was party to her play, Of stalking stealth, and seizing rodent prey. As fresh-fall snow lay soft and fluffy white, Full-cloaked the yard, clear backdrop for… Continue Reading “Raptor Rapture”
***** Slicing through the sky, Flight feathers gliding, guiding, O’er thermals, soaring. ***** Postaday:
Soaring sunward, o’er Gathering cloud-clumps, ‘neath an Azure atmosphere.