Terence Smith Poet Rhyme

King of the Sky

King of the Sky
Mighty bird of heaven,
        wing strokes like mighty, matched gales.
Flies through Sky World,
        like motion incarnate.
Air king your feathers ruffling,
        in flight.
Raucous cry,
        like thunder splits the sky.
Through blue heaven he sails,
        mountains his flight can not abate.
Nowhere is a more magnificent sight,
        soaring amid fleecy clouds.
Then his prey he spies,
        in wild silent plummet his wings fold in pagan prayer.
Dark shining eye alight,
      he falls from the great height.
Talons grip his meal,
      in deadly surprise.
One brief squeal,
      a drop of red.
Pinions sweep down,
      he rises from the ground.
Sailing against the rising wind,
      he again obtains the Heights,
To find a branch,
      where can consume his food.
I watch rooted to the ground,
     
Dedicated to Green Peace and the Sierra Club
my small plea © Dec '22, Terence Cummings Smith

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