Pied Flycatcher

 

A sunlit pool, a space to dart

From off a branch the black and white

As clean as rapid’s foam and night:

A dancer pirouetting up

 

And back to bathe and preen and spy

Then off again to spin and snap

With flicking wings and sniper’s sight

A moment whirling in sunlight.

 

The spiral movements of its life,

From Senegal to ancient oaks,

Its call repeats, its circle turns,

Its world in orbit round the branch

 

Where sun meets black and woodland white:

A helix twist of vaulted flight.

 

 

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