Back in the days
when I was running longer miles,
I remember an American Kestrel
perched on a wire above
the gravel road I was on.
As I ran closer,
he lifted up effortlessly
on blue-gray wings
contrasting with his bronze back,
and flew farther down the line,
perhaps four hundred yards.
When I caught up to him,
he went airborne again,
his tail flared like a fan,
continued three hundred yards
down the line,
and perched on the wire.
I felt bad that I was
disrupting his hunting, and
searching for prey in the short grass
along this country road.
Finally, the Kestrel hovered
briefly, before returning,
back to his original perch.
Free again from disruptions.
© 2025 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations: Marco Island, Florida
No comments:
Post a Comment
VISITORS:
Please write a comment in the white box. I value your thoughts. I will reply to all who write.
When finished, sign your name, click down arrow, select "Name/URL", or "Anonymous", then click "Publish". Thank you.