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.

#poetry