Kite draws a circle
around the pale day time moon
with tip of her wing
Tip
30 Saturday May 2020
30 Saturday May 2020
15 Thursday Aug 2019
04 Monday Mar 2019
23 Tuesday Oct 2018
The hills are made invisible by an evening mist.
Against this a kettle of five hawks,
three red kites and two buzzards,
spiral in the diffused golden light,
unhurried, synchronised, perfect.
It is a moment of poetry,
of passion and perfection
that I am privileged to witness.