the swallow soars for its meal.
Interrupting bugs in mid-flight
teams of winged commandoes
dip and dive to devour
tiny green hoppers.
Wings set high
over stubby stout torso
give maximum maneuverability.
While a forked tail
allows one-eighty turns.
Pairs then soar toward the treetops.
They are a blur of speed
on the lookout for hors d'oeuvres.
All this hoopla happens
because one lone woman
drags her feet
walking through the hay field.
7 comments:
of course you dragged your feet, how could a person walk and watch all the hoopla in the sky
and they appreciate you stirring things up for them! :)
Very nice story and thoughts
Swallows are my favorite of all the birds. Being raised on a farm, they were a constant companion in the summer while doing field work, diving and swooping around the tractor, especially while I was cutting hay. Loved the photos you have shared.
Woo hoo! I'm back online after 2 weeks of a lightening fried network card and no internet!
Your blog is often like reading a beautiful book of poetry.
Barn swallows are so fantastic! We love them too. Can't wait to see your peace post once you finish. :)
They fly so fast - nice pics :)
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