Short-eared Durham owl
meditating over the dale's edge,
shadows the fields and folds
in elegant diurnal flight.
On windside,careful sight
may swoop to prey
and away.
Your yellow broad-eyed look,
at once both sharp and distant,
holds me.
Oh,silence,
Oh,wind on green,
Oh, earth,
Sky.
Immense your held vision,
Hemisphere's height implicit
Pied geometer of flight,
Graph your swift drop and ascension
Trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home.
How my heart sings 