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Changing Skies....Irish Sonnet thin hazy veils are drawn across sky's blue, the air is hot, with but a hint of breeze; in highest air-lanes, specks of black pursue, a flight of martlets, diving in reprise. They bring a show of loops on high trapeze, are hunting to catch insects from the sky; across now greying blue, a flight of geese. On lower airstreams flocks of jackdaws fly, loud cawing swells, abates as they pass by, black silhouetted wings show sharp detail. Down in my garden, I hear magpies cry in warning of a nearby cat's assail. On changing seas of sky white cloud-ships sail, far in the distance, I hear pheasants wail. |
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