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A buzzard aloft
Hallo! Hallo!My Buteo.
I see you crescent kingGliding, ever seeking.And endlessly wheeling.
Describing parabolas,Which taken as far asYour careless casting eyeSpies from such vaultless sky.
Some kind of poor remnant -Relic of life mordant -Which you can surely see(Invisible to me).
But least I can say that's not all;For I can hear your mewing call,And see your turning O and O.Sail on my happy Buteo!
© RM MeyerWinswell Water, 9 July 2018(Written sitting outside the old studio)