Danced in the spaces
This this she said
The dart and the dip and the dive
Swift and swallow streaming, look, arrived
Or the sudden swirl in the sky
Bee-eater fly-past churr-churr, on
high
Or patter and bob, small wren
Two steps stop then, ear-cocked
This this the jizz she said
A very essence imprint, how to be
From hatchling all life long
Their song
Their going with the flow, glorious
Their thing, jizz and jing, spread
wide the wing
So watch and wait
The dancer tiptoe, still
Then flown
Unleashed the artist lost in oils,
transcending
Or guitarist, magic on the strings,
Jizz and jing
Watch and wait, danced in the spaces
Swum in the sky
The wonder and secret, song of the
soul
Binding and winding, making us whole
Very essence jizz, dazzled
bling
Yearned for, sweetest, glorious thing
6th September 2011, Hounoux,
Later in the summer I learned the jizz of the flycatcher - which flies upward swiftly (after bugs) and then goes straight back to the same perch. I think I recognised one for myself!
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