Predator
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High in azure sky, I telescope upon the scene below
Swirling, turning, coming to rest, held in stasis in the breeze
Piercing eye scans runways, small beasts unaware
Of high and mighty killer, I wait,
Holding high, watching, lurking
unseen by creatures low and slow.
Now I move, yet still static,
Held by flashing wings.
Sudden momentum.
Dive, dive, dive,
Drop like a stone,
Grasp unwary vole
In talons of iron,
A shrewish cast.
Death.
Food.
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A contest entry
- Fly like a bird by Sonja.
1210 points, ended August 25, 2007, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Yes, this is a real predator's poetry. I like its simplicity and message. Nice beginning, like on the movie screen and perfect ending.
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Interesting!
I'll stop leaving long comments.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Aaaaaahh! No, not that, anything but that!!!
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A great take on the prompt - interesting way to write this too; in a way looks like a talon, not sure if that was on purpose or not. Loved the words used, the alliteration, the vivid visuals as well - good luck in the contest.
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Dear Grannyeri
Thanks for your kind thoughts. If it screened correctly it should have looked, like a bird. I need more time in an art class, I guess. Warm thanks from,
Donald
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