RAPTORS

RAPTORS

 

I hear the red tails

Make their plaintive calls

Look as if they should leave contrails

Riding thermals high in the sky

Making me wish I could fly

 

It is a mated pair

See how their flight patterns intertwine?

As they drift in the air

See their feathers so fine?

 

I wonder if she is carrying eggs.

Has their nest site been claimed?

Have they built a platform of sticks and twigs?

Has their territory been proclaimed?

 

I wish you luck my fine feathered friends

For life is too short to be at loose ends.

 

~Charlotte Greer Slater

4.28.09

For Mama on mothers day