Floating
As bounce up and down the field hawk nearby.
Hovers above hunting, so still could be a kite.
As he watches from the old bales we eye each other.
Each trip down the field he stays a little longer.
Stays until close enough to use phone to catch pictures.
Finally I get to close and takes flight.
As return back down the field there he sits again.
I disturb mice and gophers, opportunities for a snack.
Simple things remind of earthiness of life.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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