Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Bird of Prey

The glare
from the black
bird’s feathers
blinded me with a single stare.

I looked away, looked back,

watched him perch
in an old oak
outside my window.

I began to recreate
his story in my mind,
just what it was that led him here to this tree.

But then he turned and looked at me.
Our eyes met for but a single moment

just before
he flew away

still clutching
my imagination

in his claws.




(c) 2009 James Eric Watkins

5 Comments:

Blogger Sassy said...

That rocked!

6:28 PM  
Blogger Sir James Eric Watkins said...

Thank you for saying so.

2:00 PM  
Blogger Evocative said...

Beautiful. :]

4:58 AM  
Blogger Chef E said...

Great piece! I am looking for other poetry sites to befriend...my road has finally stayed on the straight and narrow of my calling...word spirits, and the time is good as well as right...

E Stelling
www.tmi-chef.blogspot.com/

12:31 PM  
Blogger Sir James Eric Watkins said...

*Sir James takes a bow.

8:24 PM  

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