Black Stump Blues part IX – Kite Hawk

Kite Hawk

First over the swimming pool,
then the arts centre, town and river
on wings that make such minor strokes.

Tourists name them falcon, or
eagle, yet they are at best
predatory beauty.

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7 responses to “Black Stump Blues part IX – Kite Hawk

  1. Gabrielle Bryden

    Those beautiful bastards will eat my chickens given half the chance. Did you take the photos – I love it.

  2. Beak of the Week

    That’s it, I’m moving nest.

  3. Such minor strokes, each stanza one wing, a real picture poem.

    • gnunn

      Hey Paul and Gabrielle,

      Glad you guys enjoyed this one. They are a magnificent creature… I heard a story that one tried to take a pet chihuahua, while I was out west.

  4. Fantastic – the black stump series could be a mini collection on their own I reckon

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