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The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch,
fluttered with a nervous jerk;
warilysearching for sustenance,
above the peregrine made a fateful entrance.
The winter harsh and icy cold,
driven far from its familiar fold,
seeking food further afield
to an urban garden that might increase its yield.
Under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon hovered high,
an efficient killer from above,more than a
match for pigeon or dove.
Taking its chosen meal in flight,swooping sudden from
a great height,
the momentum imprinting our window pane,
her throat slashed she soon was slain.
Talons sunk deep into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater pecked at head and breast.
The lawn strewn leavings of a ravenous raptor,
as nature's journal leafs another chapter.
Dragonfly lands atop the stick that stands in gently flowing stream.
Bubble trains and dried leaf boats blow
and briefly strand before they slip between the stepping stones
then skip beyond, where quieter waters flow.
Speckled trout, dappled thrice, with sunshine spots,
just seen through mirror shimmered waters
swim between the Crowfoot’s tangled shocks
waving to and fro to follow as the current’s go,
white-adorned with flower pearls
set bright in green and flowing locks.
Somewhere far, wood pigeon’s throaty coo,
three longer, one double follow through,
floats high along soft summer’s breeze,
while flagging briefly, one by one, willow’s silver bellied leaves
turn and turn to signal with the sun that all is as it should be.
All is peace, and all is lazy summer’s eaze.
The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch,
fluttered with a nervous jerk;
warilysearching for sustenance,
above the peregrine made a fateful entrance.
The winter harsh and icy cold,
driven far from its familiar fold,
seeking food further afield
to an urban garden that might increase its yield.
Under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon hovered high,
an efficient killer from above,more than a
match for pigeon or dove.
Taking its chosen meal in flight,
swooping sudden from a great height,
the momentum imprinting our window pane,
her throat slashed she soon was slain.
Talons sunk deep into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater pecked at head and breast.
The lawn strewn leavings of a ravenous raptor,
as nature's journal leafs another chapter.
Slowly spring sun caresses the land
As kowhais will softly provoke
Flushes of yellow to gently expand
Their buds of the season uncloak
Helping bellbirds escape from winter’s last choke.
Methodical beats of wood pigeon wings
Whoosh thru the quiet spring air.
Melodious trills as tuis’s sweetly sing
Fantails flitter, with hardly a care
While bush robins cheekily dare.
Fragrance of earth sweetens the breeze
New lambs adventure and race
Dragonflies linger, then floating past trees
Whio dart up the river with grace
My core just idolizes this place.
I climb up the mountain out of the trees
A kea, the comedian of the highland flies past
Does a sharp turn, lands on a boulder to tease
It’s green, blue and red feathers contrast
Their intelligence and pranks unsurpassed.
Day turns to evening; a morepork issues its call
A mournful sound that echoes the night
I descend in the darkness at the pace of a crawl
Then the hoarse cry of a kiwi just out of my sight
I'm relaxed. One day with the birds and I’m no longer uptight.
For info on these birds www.nzbirds.com
DEATH IN THE MORNING
on her roosting perch
a wood pigeon awoke
fluttered with a nervous jerk
warily
searching for sustenance
above
the peregrine made a fateful entrance
a winter harsh & icy cold
driven far
from its familiar fold
seeking food further
afield
to an urban garden
that might increase its yield
under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon
hovered high
an efficient killer from above
more than a match
for pigeon or dove
taking its chosen meal t
in fligh
swooping sudden
from
a great height
the momentum imprinting
our window pane,her throat slashed
she soon was slain
talons sunk deep
into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater
pecked at head & breast
the lawn strewn leavings
of a ravenous raptor
as
nature's journal
leafs into another chapter
Original Year Posted 2007
Payback - for Into The Wood contest
The gate to the path through the wood
A statue on either side stood
Together alone, cast out of stone
They’d love to get up to no good
Boy watching girl and girl watching boy
Maybe they’re longing for x-rated joy
Hmmm, said a fairy, what would they do
If they were alive just like me and you
Her friend waved her wand and each statue blinked
Then into the wood together they slinked
Both fairies followed the path to the clearing
A little unsure of the sounds they were hearing
When they arrived they observed with a frown
The boy statue holding a wood pigeon down
He said get a hold of this little git
Hold it dead still while I s*it on it
7 January 2019
For: Into The Woods
Sponsor: Silent One
The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch,
fluttered with a nervous jerk;
warilysearching for sustenance,
above the peregrine made a fateful entrance.
The winter harsh and icy cold,
driven far from its familiar fold,
seeking food further afield
to an urban garden that might increase its yield.
Under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon hovered high,
an efficient killer from above,more than a
match for pigeon or dove.
Taking its chosen meal in flight,swooping sudden from
a great height,
the momentum imprinting our window pane,
her throat slashed she soon was slain.
Talons sunk deep into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater pecked at head and breast.
The lawn strewn leavings of a ravenous raptor,
as nature's journal leafs another chapter.
inspired by nature contest theme
The wood pigeon
awoke on her roosting perch
fluttered
with a nervous jerk
warily searching for sustenance
above
the peregrine
made a fateful entrance
The winter harsh
&icy cold
driven far
from its familiar fold
seeking food
further afield
an urban garden
might increase its yield
Under the biting
wintry sky
the falcon hovered high
an efficient killer
from above,
more than a match
for pigeon or dove
Taking its chosen meal
in flight
swooping sudden
from a great height
its momentum imprinting
our window pane
throat slashed she soon was slain
Talons sunk deep
into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater
pecked at head and breast
The lawn strewn leavings
of a ravenous raptor
wherd nature's journal
leafs another chapter
The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch,fluttered with a nervous jerk;warily
searching for sustenance,above the peregrine made a fateful entrance.The
winter harsh and icy cold,driven far from its familiar fold,seeking food further
afield to an urban garden that might increase its yield.Under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon hovered high,an efficient killer from above,more than a
match for pigeon or dove.Taking its chosen meal in flight,swooping sudden from
a great height,the momentum imprinting our window pane,her throat slashed
she soon was slain.Talons sunk deep into the pigeons chest this finicky eater
pecked at head and breast.The lawn strewn leavings of a ravenous raptor,as
nature's journal leafs another chapter.