In Tune With No Time February 21, 2014
Posted by nrhatch in Animals, Nature, Poetry.comments closed
Swift swallows arrived one morning
Intent on breakfast
With quick dips and swift soars
They swallowed prey
Tigger craned his neck
To and fro
Watching swallows come and go
Diving, diving, high to low
Quick turns
U-turns
No rhythm, no rhyme
Swift swallows flying
In tune with No Time
Aah . . . that’s better!
Have you ever watched a cloud of Swifts or Swallows engaged in an aerial feeding frenzy?
Dizzying, isn’t it?
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