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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