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
