Monday's poem

[robinbloke]

The sky opened before me.
Movement below.
Turn, wheel, angle.
A moments pause then rushing wind as the focus became a single point.
Eyes like headlights.
A frozen victim, caught in the streak of feathered lightning down from the blue.
Claws, beak, strike.
Grasp. Lift. Away.

Comments

[sunflowerinrain.livejournal.com]

I love this.

btw, I plan to be in Cambridge, if the lurgy fades, tomorrow and Thursday. If you are around/not busy could I visit briefly?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

I'm home Wednesday evening, Thursday I'll be out I think. The DVD awaits :)