to ditch and stream and dyke
through styles
and hedgerows
and there - a house
half-darkened in the dawn
and there - a mouse
from far aloft I swoop
a feathered stuka
hurtling down to scoop
the 'timerous beastie'
in talon's sharp it's held
so still, two souls now one
and I up I soar
into a crystal blue
towards a rising sun
a shape; a speck
and then I am no more
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