Sweeping soaring out of the sky it came
Right out of the rising sun
Set red upon blue
With tinges of flaming gold in its wings
Wheeling and turning it circles lazily over head
Giving its fierce battle cry
Rabbits scurry home far from sight
Small creatures all, from fear do fly
Rushing headlong into tiny holes
To escape from this perilous flight
Swooping, soaring, down it comes
Out of the clear blue sky
Turning wheeling
Round again
Striking as game fled by
Oh what a joy my eyes beheld
As this beauty flashed past me
Out hunting on the wing again
Such an inspiring sight to see
Red and gold flaming through its wings
As in to the sun it turned
Then all I could see was its silhouette
As the hunter it sped home
Rabbit fast within its grasp
As towards its eyrie it flew
Its wings extended in full flight
This sight escaped my view
I often think of this great pure flight
As to my work I'm going
It frees me from life's earthly blight
To see that flaming golden sight
Once more in my minds eye again.
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FUN, MAD, AND JUST PLAIN SILLY Poetry
PoetryAS the Title says.. A collection of FUN, MAD, THOUGHTFUL and just plain Silly poems. IMPORTANT NOTE: IN THESE POEMS THE LETTERS, IN BRACKETS, AFTER THE TITLE MEAN. ...
