The lure
Looping round till it’s a blur
the falconer swings the weighted lure
beneath the bird, enticing her
to go into a stoop.
With hooking bill and crookéd claw
and plunging like a meteor
she swipes the fakery to the floor
with a vicious slap of feathers.
Around the crowd, a communal gasp.
The predator’s grappling in its clasp
the prize, but is the bird a...
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Peregrination
A boisterous assortment of martins, swifts and swallows
is swirling above the lushly forested hills
of West Amanga, a scatter of soft green pillows.
Wherever a radiant splash
of morning sunlight spills
out through an open window in the cloud,
the canopy emits a plume of steam
and bird calls resound: the rattle of wrens; the loud
cracks of whipbirds; squawks
of parr...
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The Seagulls are watching
THE SEAGULLS ARE WATCHING
The Seagulls are watching
They know what you eat
They’ll mug you for something
To shove down their beak
They like a nice pastie
They’ll steal from your lips
They’ll dive bomb and swoop
And nick all your chips
Relaxing in sunshine
A holiday dream
Then they’ll feather and flap you
And splat your ice...
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