Linda Amos

Like a knight in fulgent armor, Floated weightlessly overhead. I watched his bouncing, lilting, lyric course . Across the meadow, Riding the currents of the air. On slender, elegant wings, Then back in one long sweep. Until, almost overhead, He barrel-rolled like a circus tumbler, Seized a flying bug. And devoured it midair. If you must be ... ................
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