A wild day
Grey
Howling winds
Warm enough
Under my layer
Risk prowls the road
Like a cunning fox
High horses are prancing
In conditioned air
I'm expecting
Our worlds to collide
A Kestrel hovers
On her high wire
Patient
Allowing it to pass
Chestnut feathers
ruffled by velocity
Embraced by the force
Of the flows of air
Then she cuts loose
And swoops.
#CoSopoetry