Golden sun
Low to the east
Rolling slowly
Along the top of the wall
Hiding behind stones
Then blinding me
With jagged beams
Of blazing light
The dancing silhouette
of a wren, wall-fluttering
Time bomb ticking
Tail cocked, flickering
There's a bronze Buzzard
On a sparkling wall
Then carried away
Up into the cold blue morning
On languid silvered wings
#CoSopoetry