The hawks of war are circling,
On the thermals of disaffection they soar.
Diplomatic relations are worsening.
Sabres rattling, will the Bear roar?
Embrace the other
As your sister, your brother.
Engage and hear them
Don’t segregate nor fear them.
You are the other too.
Your father and mother who
Reared you, steered you
Are outsiders too.
Throw off the cloak or veil
Let openness prevail
Celebrate what we have in common
Let humanity grow, and thrive, and blossom.
Welcome to the clan,
You handsome little man.
Born out in the East
Last, but not least.
Kiew, kiew, kiew,
Gliding, on the wind flow
Heard first, then I see you
Scanning for his prey
The raptor hovers like a drone.
Will they see another day?
Nonchalantly banking with his tail
Talons flexed like coffin nails.
I’m privileged that my home backs on to fields in the hills overlooking Belfast. The topography funnels wind, creating the perfect conditions for buzzards to glide and hover while they look for prey.
Regularly I watch as a breeding pair of these beautiful raptors soar and hunt in the fields that march the housing development.
I’ve wrestled with your wretched verse
For thirteen days you’ve been a curse
Words they simply wouldn’t rhyme
Perseverance; a thief of time.