In keeping w/the Hol-I-Day spirit, I've put my sarcasm to bed. It's tucked up nice & cozy and is sleeping soundly. What better time than the holidays to write about those misunderstood miscreants of the avian world: Buzzards. I've gained a new respect as I watch them glide beautifully & effortlessly off the stern. They're living, breathing creatures w/undoubtedly a tale to tell.
This is also my first poem. I imagine there are steadfast rules governing meter & such that I've likely tromped all over. Those-in-the-know please go easy on me. It's the holidays.
My insipid drivel will undoubtedly return once Junior wakes up.
Happy Holidays Y'all.
Sleepy Sun Streaming Through
Off the Stern a Bird or Two
As the Ship’s Clock Chimes Five
More & More Shadows Sail By
With Each Blink of My Eye
Three or Four More Arrive
Screeching Their Early Greeting
They Begin Their Morning Meeting
Now the Daily Dance Begins
Slowly Circling, Dipping Wings
Spinning ‘Round the Silver Tower
Some Swoop Low While Others Hover
As the Escaping Dawn Brightens
The Figures Tighten, the Spiral Heightens
Carried By the Autumn Breeze
They Drift Across the Mangrove Key
Overhead a Wondrous Sight
The Coal Black Buzzards of Boot Key Bight.
Exciting Buzzard Video
(See exciting Buzzard video on above youtube link)
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why you silver tounged devil, that is just beautiful !!!!
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