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