On the Wing
Like an Olympic diver, a swallow dips towards the dark Loch.
An aerial athlete of mythical ability,faster than Pegasus.
Summers here and the swallows are winged peacocks.
Strutting their moves against a clear blue sky.
A spectacle on the wing to glorify and gratify.
So soon over, as they dance to summers jukebox.
Yet watching their dance is like a visual lullaby.
And a perfect match of nature and creature in wedlock.
comp entry 26/10
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