Skylark

I saw a skylark this morning,
Heard it sing a distinctive love song,
Displayed in a typical English scenario,
Clear blue sky festooned
Not too heavily with wispy cloud,
Dancing in the early morning summer breeze,

Stood Greyhound Whisper to my left,
Grey Horse Harry on my right,
Overlooking fresh cut corn fields,
The haymaking in full flow,
Blackbirds, finches, thrushes in song,
Consciously I did not hear them,

All I heard was the skylark's song,
Cavorting spiralling upwards,
Powerful emotive loud and beautiful,
So full of joy, unbridled love,
I transferred to a higher plain,
Albeit a brief sojurn from reality,

Which was a buzzard jetlike swooping,
To claw a baby rabbit,
From its sanctuary of the unmown field,
To provide the breakfast fare, nature is so cruel,
Today will be a memorable day though,
I saw a skylark this morning.

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