Mayfly day
Beautiful
Speckled woods a'flutter
A hawk on the high hill
Hushes the larks as he hoves to,
Sits and waits
A silent lookout on his mast
Then dashes away, fast and low
Under the wall, then over it.
Starlings have found a new love
And chatter in the silver
Seeking their beauties together
Snapping them from the sky
And gliding back in little clouds
to their green havens
Where little plovers sparkle
golden in the sun
#CoSopoetry