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.
of course you dragged your feet, how could a person walk and watch all the hoopla in the sky
ReplyDeleteand they appreciate you stirring things up for them! :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice story and thoughts
ReplyDeleteSwallows 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.
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo! I'm back online after 2 weeks of a lightening fried network card and no internet!
ReplyDeleteYour 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. :)
ReplyDeleteThey fly so fast - nice pics :)
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