Parking the car on the forecourt just off the M8. It’s a clear icy Winter afternoon. In need of a beverage and toilet break. (Homeward yesterday, almost caught short in the car due to a bad crash, major hold-up for about ninety minutes).
Car comes to rest, remove keys and put them in a pocket. Reach down, click, unfasten seat-belt. Check wallet. Check. Remove book from bag. Ready, until something catches your eye through the dirty windscreen.
See them, above the gigantic firs, two amazing birds of prey. Watch in awe and full attention, hypnotised as you marvel at both, their wings spread drifting through the air, looking effortless and cruising.
Gliding flight,
soaring beauty
majestic spiralling,
simple surveying.
Wings propelling
dropping, circling,
hovering, swooping
out of view,
then rising again,
wings, unforced motion, climbing
glimpse a tiny creature struggling
in its clasped talons.
Then all three veer away
and disappear beyond the firs.
Lunch!
Takes the breath away when viewing two agile creatures making use of nature while neighbouring a busy forecourt off the vibrant highway. To witness such a happening makes the day.
Keys, check. Wallet and phone, check. Book check.
Self, pinch, present!
Check.
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