The hunter of the air

His wings stretch far,

Skimming the sun’s rays

As he searches for prey.

Majestically he glides

On currents of warm air,

While those far below

Are transfixed by his stare.

Suddenly, he spots his prey.

Down, down he swoops,

Frighteningly fast,

Lest it make its escape.

 

It never had a chance

Against a bird of such power.

His food is swallowed whole

In a flurry of feathers and claws.

All beware the hunter of the air.

 

“Oi! That’s my chip!

Get lost you stupid gull!”

 

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National writing day

It’s national writing day today. So, stop making excuses and sit down and write for 5 minutes. Write about anything. See what appears. ☺

I am too tired to write anything sensible today,  so I just wrote some silly poems.

I have a headache

And should go to bed

But I am writing

Instead.

The NHS turns 70 soon. If is was a person, who would it be? A lady, naturally grey. Wrinkled. Matronly, but steeley underneath. Loves like a grandma but fights for her family like a ninja queen.

I press letters on my phone

And hope that a poem will appear.

It doesn’t.

I blame brexit.