Big, bold Buzzards 🦅

As I see seven black birds of prey sensationally soaring way up high

Seeking out those scattered thermals for an unenergetic fly

Giving their weary wings a well earned rest watching the wide, wonderful world go by..

And I cannot help wondering what on earth do they see?

Are they marking out their next plan of action, to hunt a safe haven from the storminess that will be

Or perhaps plotting a rainy, rendezvous on a forestry forage for their tea

As they look through those eyes of a Hawk, at the tiny matchbox meadows down below them, do they see me?

But Oh what I wouldn’t do to be one of those big, bold birds

Flying over land and sea watching wildlife within herds

That awesome view must be so magical, one which simply could not be put into words