Best Bird Of Prey Poems
A cerulean heron
perches in cloisonne
among jade shoots
of a topaz tree
as shadows of platinum fish
undulate in silence
of teal waters.
The tableau of moonstone,
fulgid in azure sky,
hovers in citrine dusk
above pearl clouds
and indigo coastal bluffs.
Night's onyx falls quickly;
the food chain pauses
until sun's lambent carnelian
emerges above a pewter horizon,
when jeweled birds of prey feed
and the gemstone cycle continues.
Bird of Prey
On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
The night was tranquil and held no fear.
Until came a sound ascended from Hell.
I heard a menacing cry as I drew near.
Upon the shore no wave did break.
No whispers on the wind were heard.
Nor was there a splash on the lake.
From any waterfowl or roosting bird.
The anxious cooing of mated doves
Cried out a warning on this ominous night
They heard the screech from far above,
And trilled warning of a hungry bird in flight.
A mother swan, at the edge of the lake,
gathered her chicks beneath her wings.
It was a time to stay alert and awake.
In the face of danger, no bird dared sing.
The predator hovered high in the sky.
I saw her shadow blanket the moon.
With yet another shrill, piercing cry,
I heard the faint wail of a single loon.
There was movement among the reeds.
The hunter circled in search of her prey.
Her only focus was to fulfill her need
Before dark gave way to light of day.
Talons lowered, she opened her beak.
Again she screamed from great height.
Eyes focused on the fish she did seek.
Upon her wings, reflected moonlight.
Down she plunged with swiftest speed.
With keen senses she was able to snare
The prize that would sate her needs,
And enough to feed her fledgling pair.
With a flap of wings she rose in the sky.
A fish clutched in the grip of her claws.
All the birds were safe. I let out a sigh.
Fulfilled was Mother Nature's basic law.
A stilt legged egret came out of hiding.
Swans craned their necks in a swoon.
Doves continued their calls and chiding.
A nightingale whistled a joyous tune.
On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
All was peaceful, serene, and still.
Upon the water, silver moonbeams fell.
The bird of prey had eaten her fill.
Bird of prey will dive today,
His quarry soon consumed
From one mile high,
Will catch it’s eye,
So life goes on,
resumed.
Touch not the chick ,
Of eagle quick,
Iron talons claw your face,
Flashing feathers ,
Clawed and bit,
Begone, it’s not your place.
Our Aussie Eagle Hawk ,
Has a 6 foot span of wing,
Carries off a lamb in spring,
Old Rabbit sometimes feels the sting,
And still he flies of course:) 31-july-11
john freeman
Contest Name Pure Thoughts On Nature
Majesty Of The Bird Of Prey
(Eyes of the Hawk)
In wilderness flies the bird of prey
above the earthly fight and battle
Far from immense foaming ocean spray
far above pastures and fat cattle
Gliding along spying for its meal
with those sharp all seeing eyes
Blessed with sharp claws of steel
marauder of the gentle blue skies
Soaring in wait for its coming kill
be it furry animal,fowl or fish
Nature blesses with awe, good or ill
such meaty meals,what a tasty dish
To its victims what a monster it may be
A wonder to we that can much further see.
Xxxxxxx Xxxxxxxx
Nov, 12 1981
Note: The splendor and beauty of Nature awes us but there is the savage side to be seen too. And that savage side teaches us that sacrifices to survive require the ending of life of others.
Nowhere is that better seen or understood than in the actions of the earth's predators. Those that fly interest me more, for as young boy I dreamed of flying thousands of times.
Corn is harvested and hay neatly bailed
Indian summer hovers over field
Wind frolicker dived smoothly then impaled
Unwary creature who was unconcealed.
Small bird of prey with beautiful feathers
Keen-eyed Kestrel looking for easy prey
Golden autumn simmers perfect weather
Mammals scatter in rush to get away
Kestrel is focused gliding back and forth
Harvested field's microcosm of zest
Onlooker gripped by sadness and remorse
But Nature as always ever knows best.
Kestrel is formidable bird of prey
Wind frolickers will always 'seize the day'.
'K' Words
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Chosen Word: Kestrel
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Constance La France
10/03/2023
Pixabay Image by: VanZonneveld
regal bird of prey
keen talons of endurance
carte blanche bald eagle
Bird Themed Haiky Poetry Contest
5-7-5 syllable count
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July 25, 2018
‘Making love to the sky you’re an Eagle.’
I wrote that, it seems like so long ago;
At the time there was still significance
in the majesty of this predator;
Two such piercing eyes and wings so regal
paint an image that we forever know;
A display of so much perseverance
they’re the U.S freedom ambassador;
Just like American independence
this bird of prey is a force of nature.
night owl on patrol
scans prey with cool, alert eyes
a hunter savant
10/14/2021
A flash of wing.............
Exploded feathers.......
Bird of prey
Nature's way
Raptor's thing
The Falcon's speed
Victim,pays no heed
Aerial violence,
in the sunlit blue silence
The Hawk........
flashing by
High speed dart in the sky
The kestrel............
Hovering above ground
The assassin............
Kills without a sound
Mighty Eagle............
Lord of the sky
Feathers of gold
Mighty Eagle,
So bold
Bird of prey...........
Slash of beak.......
Rip of talon
Hunting, the only day
Flashing shadow
Feathers ,glow
Prey ,to die
Bird of prey
Lord of sky
The sun,at your back
You, make your attack
The keen eye,
surveys, all the sky
Masters of the air
Eagles lair
Compete, if you dare
Your life ,not to spare
A flash of wing.............
Exploded feathers.......
Bird of prey
Nature's way
Raptor's thing
The Falcon's speed
Victim,pays no heed
Aerial violence,
in the sunlit blue silence
The Hawk........
flashing by
High speed dart in the sky
The kestrel............
Hovering above ground
The assassin............
Kills without a sound
Mighty Eagle............
Lord of the sky
Feathers of gold
Mighty Eagle,
So bold
Bird of prey...........
Slash of beak.......
Rip of talon
Hunting, the only day
Flashing shadow
Feathers ,glow
Prey ,to die
Bird of prey
Lord of sky
The sun,at your back
You, make your attack
The keen eye,
surveys, all the sky
Masters of the air
Eagles lair
Compete, if you dare
Your life ,not to spare
Tremble
by Michael R. Burch
Her predatory eye,
the single feral iris,
scans.
Her raptor beak,
all jagged sharp-edged thrust,
juts.
Her hard talon,
clenched in pinched expectation,
waits.
Her clipped wings,
preened against reality,
tremble.
Originally published by The Lyric
I am a bird of prey at work
Consider myself head of the food chain
Keep it to myself of course
I fly off before my talons rip or tear
shredding my coworkers into rethinking
I am proud to be a no-kill predator
Here comes one of the baby birds now
She flits around, tweeting and trilling
I hold myself back
A bird of prey just made my day.
He perched high up, just sitting.
He looked quite regal, so the height
Was absolutely fitting.
I watched him shake his head a bit,
Perhaps to clear his vision
Of raindrops sneaking through the leaves,
To guarantee precision.
For on the hunt, those eyes detect
The slightest move or quiver,
Allowing an attack with talons
Ready to deliver.
The hawk or falcon (don’t know which)
Remained in place a while,
Then flapped its wings and swooped away
In classic hunting style.
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rabbit on the run
Osprey scans waters
Swoops fish caught for young in nest -
Natural food chain