ALONG THE GREEN CLIFTOP I FLY WITH WHITE WINGS SPREAD AFAR

SKIMMING SURF AND WAVES AND A FEW OLD TARS

UP AND UP I SOAR UP INTO THE BLUE THE SMALL BLACK GROINS

THAT BREAK THE SEAS AND SHOW THE COUNTRYS HUE

A CHILL WIND BLOWS WHICH COOLS THE SKIN AND MAKES THE WATERD EYES A BENT FOREST OF TREES OF TIMELESS WINDS

THAT SHOW OF AGES PAST

THE FLOWERS OF SPRING AND THER COLLOURD FLING

THAT THERE WILL NOT LAST

THE BRIGHT SUN THAT CAST SHADOWS ON THE PATH THAT TURNS AND TWISTS AT WILL

A CLOUD THAT'S WHITE AND COMFORTABLE BELIES THAT AWFUL CHILL

AND LATER WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN THE WIND IS REALY STILL

AND AS I FLY MY WINGS DO CHANGE INTO A DEADLY BROWN

DOWN I SWOOP INTO THE WOOD CHASING THAT GOLDEN CROWN

A MISS. BUT THEN ALLS NOT LOST AS A HARE I SPY TAKES OFF

THE CHASE IS ON THE HARE HAS GOT IS STRIDE THE TALLONS

STRIKE BUT EMPTY AIR IS ALL THAT I CAN FIND

THE HARE HAS TURNED AND RUNNING FOR THE GORSE

THE SCREEMING TELLS A DIFFERENT TALE THE HARE HAS RUN ITS COURSE

AGAIN I CHANGE WITH BEATING WINGS TO LEAD THE FLYING VEE

ITS SOUTH WE GO ACROSS THE SANDS TOWARDS THE WARMING SEAS

UP AND UP WE MUST SOAR TO FIND THOSE HIGHER WINDS

THE ONES THAT CARRY US ACROSS TO FIND THE PASTURES GREEN

ALL DAY WE FLY AND NIGHT TIME TOO TO REACH THAT LAND SO FAIR

WE MUST KEEP UP WE MUST NOT FALL WE HAVE TO BE AWARE

AS I LOOK DOWN I SEE BROTHERS FALL LIKE SNOW SPECKS IN THE SKY

WHY NATURE MAKES US MAKE THIS TRIP I'LL NEVER KNOW THE WHY

AGAIN  I CHANGE AND DUCK MY HEAD BENEATH THE WATERS CLEAR

ITS FOOD AND FISH THAT I DO SEEK TO FEED MY FAMILY DEAR

HE TWISTS AND TURNS  AND HE DIVES AWAY FROM THE CHASING BILL

A SNAP A GULP A SWALLOW THEN ALL IS QUIET AND STILL

FLAT FEET PADDLE ON WATER WALKS WITH WINGS TO HELP THE SPEED UP AND UP WE HAVE TO GO JUST TO CLEAR THE REEDS

THE GUN GOES OFF AND ONE GOES DOWN WITH FEATHERS FOLLOWING THE WAKE

WE DUCK AND DIVE TO MISS THE MEN WHICH MAKE US QUIVER AND SHAKE

I CHANGE AGAIN  AND THROUGH THE GRASS I CREEP UP ON MY PREY

THE TALL GRASS HIDES MY FORM WHICH MERGES WITH THE GREY

CLOSER AND CLOSER I DO GET QUIET WITH OUT A SOUND

A TASTY MORSEL MEAL TONIGHT THAT IS WHAT WE'VE FOUND

THE GENTLE BREEZE OF CHANGING WINDS AND NOW THE HAVE MY SENT A FLUTTER OF WINGS OF PANICK FLY I KNOW WHICH WAY THEY WENT

A POEM BY KAS