Wrathful black hovering hawks
chopping the air
in an afternoon haze
Wrathful black hawks
shadow boys playing
Exploring a rustic
lifeless car shell
bright bolts flashin'
raeburns glinting
sounds of earnest radio instruction
Wrathful black hawks
smelling no prey
whir off in sync
down the sun-baked highway
Peter Burton
January 2008
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lovely poem, Peter :)
Thanks Bru
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