the meandering Wye reflecting the sky
and high up in the ether
a peregrine glides and I yearn
to drift to the white cliffs.
Its wings of magic are extended,
a sight to savour with awe.
They were hunted close to extinction
but now numbers are ascending
which is a rare success for nature,
a magnificent creature
truly a feast for the eyes
gliding gracefully as it searches for prey
both beauty and the beast on this fine day.