Friday, 9 January 2015

Birds and swirls

On the free way I witnessed a wondrous beautiful bird of prey.

Bright orange and white feathers. About 1.5 m wing span circling the free way.

It suddenly swooped down impressively diving low.

Probably for a mouse.

I saw a truck approaching. It made me tense up as all the joy of the wondrous swooping bird vanished in a swirl of feathers.

It was so sad.

The end of beauty in a few seconds. Pointless death or was it meant to be?

I cant say, just left me feeling empty.

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