An invisible buffet, a delicious thing
Swallows trace the darkening skies
Swooping after bugs unseen
Too small for human eyes
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I love the rhythm of this poem. A feast of delights indeed. Beautifully worded poetry.
Moonlight now reveals the scene after the dusk gives life's mark. Life begins at morning and ends at evening. This poem has deep insight and seems to be philosophical as well as natural. An invisible delicious thing is perceived through amazing vision. This poem is excellently penned...10
I like this, Edmund, like how you recall for me, in the poem and picture, the lovely esthetic simplicity of flying things in silhouette against the sky. -Glen
On display the world of nature, our world. not as mother nature but as a sister or brother and in the swooping darting world are consumed the fuel that feeds on others too. As we walk on two legs far below we also have that which they do not. The challenges of free will. We consume as well but we also have the ability to create, forgive and to improve.