Looking up

Walking the dogs

I spotted

a buzzard up high

floating

meowing.

wings spread easily

lit from below

magnificent

majestic

trained my

Field-glasses

admired her

riding the air.

No warning

wings folded

she dived

directly

at me

fathomless eyes

pushing into me

Thrill

Soaring once more

sun highlighted

her markings

Gratitude flushed my heart

Robin A-P