I wrote this poem after watching a barn owl searching for prey over the common grazing, near to my home. Here is an excerpt of the poem.
Dance of the Barn Owls
The evening draws nigh and the stage is set,
An inspired portrayal awaits us yet.
The jet-black eyes search the ground,
While invisible ears, listen for sound.
Balletic moves and contours to see,
Floating feathers, airless and free…
Snowy branches glow
Against vibrant golden leaves
Dancing in the breeze
I heard the curlew calling this morning as he flew above the moor.
A wonderful sign of Spring
An eerie song from a distant rise,
Curlew calling the song of the wild.
Mysterious and haunting; music to love,
A beguiling silhouette, glides above.
He searches the moor for a suitable site,
To build a nest in a place, just right.
Again he calls to his mate close by,
A courtship ritual as they soar and fly.
Early Spring, this time of year,
Curlews delight with their song, they share.
I saw the first bee on the meadow this morning. A soothing and relaxing sound.
Man needs bees to live
to pollinate plants and trees
save them or we fade