Glorious morning
Golden
Whisps of high cirrus
Sparkling
A Small Copper butterfly
Flutters at the summit
On top of a prickly thistle
Men with guns
Shout and whistle
Out on the purple moor
So the sparrowhawk
Stays low
Out of the line of sight
Dark in his dusky blue
His threatening flight
Beautifully fluid
Scattering pipits
over the wall.
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