July 15, 2021Poem
There is beauty in circling
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There is beauty in circling
The rise and fall
The stillness in flight
The silence of an Osprey
The sadness of the prey
Never knowing
The sweetness of the day
The last sweet breath
The last, fast plunge
A rapid plummet
From above
No warning shot
Across the bow
No warning of its fall
In waning light
To plunge so far
Appearing from a sunset
Nothing yet is known
Of morning
Or will ever be
There is only airflow
On the wing
As every other thing
Lies frozen in the moment
Of ending
A pause between breaths
Between beats
A dusting of clean air
A feather bed
To lay the dead
Who never heard it coming
Never heard it go.