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,
sphere without centre,
pied geometer of flight, s
ketch your descent and ascent.

trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home.

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