High Up in the Tree
A Poem by Shanthi, Safiri & Nadira Abantu-Choudhury
He sits perched high up in the tree
Such majestic presence and beauty
Watching, waiting, until oblivious ones stir
Be very careful, little ones of fur
Eyes that can see far and wide
There will not be much time to hide
And yet he sits and waits amidst the urban blare
Quietly focused with a stealthy glare
Now that we have glanced upon this creature of prey
We long to glimpse his beauty for just one more day
But who knows if he will return to the old Sycamore
We cannot say, for this is the way of nature’s law
He sits perched high up on the tip of a tree
Below him flows the River Lea
And beside the lost fields of Hackney Wick
He’s probably feeling slightly sick
A Poem by Shanthi, Safiri & Nadira Abantu-Choudhury
He sits perched high up in the tree
Such majestic presence and beauty
Watching, waiting, until oblivious ones stir
Be very careful, little ones of fur
Eyes that can see far and wide
There will not be much time to hide
And yet he sits and waits amidst the urban blare
Quietly focused with a stealthy glare
Now that we have glanced upon this creature of prey
We long to glimpse his beauty for just one more day
But who knows if he will return to the old Sycamore
We cannot say, for this is the way of nature’s law
He sits perched high up on the tip of a tree
Below him flows the River Lea
And beside the lost fields of Hackney Wick
He’s probably feeling slightly sick
5 comments:
Absolutely brilliant poem, specially the last line.
Matt
Well Done you 3! Not only have we another amazing bird in Leabank Square, but 3 brilliant poets. I love this poem.
Maria
I saw it earlier today as well. Dont you feel priveledged that we have such a magnificent bird visiting us? Poems good too.
Dirk
You had me choking on corn flakes this morning!! All poetic, stanzanic and Bob Dylanesc - and then the last line hits your funny bone!!
Thanks Poetic Trio
Su
Gerard Manley Popkins!
Post a Comment