Mortal – 9

No lonely high cry to catch my attention this time. I saw the solitary wheeling buzzard, large pinions outstretched black against the slate sky, unruffled by the buffeting wind, soaring in wide spirals on thermals, quartering the landscape for food
© Freya Pickard 2012
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  1. Libby Says:

    Wonderful description.


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