The red kite whirs in the heights ~
of a famished sky ~
Tilting the rake of its wing, glaring ~
to meet me with eclipsing eye.
Wild Muses
The red kite whirs in the heights ~
of a famished sky ~
Tilting the rake of its wing, glaring ~
to meet me with eclipsing eye.
Wow Luke! Great shot xx
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Thanks – it came surprisingly close.
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I see the glaring, eclipsing eye. Beautiful combination of words.
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Thanks a lot! Helps to have a compelling subject like this to draw inspiration 🙂
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