and larks rising out of dead grass and lambs antiphonal between rocky outcrops and the discreet one-note charm of the willow warbler wishing itself into invisibility between sally trees where desperate with its own single-mind intent the yellow-eyed red-tail kite (still an edgy fledgling) prepares to put into lethal play its own unforgiving art by twitching one nervous feather after another in the precious seconds before lift-off
Copyright © 2014 by Eamon Grennan. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on February 5, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.