I hear the red tails
Make their plaintive calls
Look as if they should leave contrails
Riding thermals high in the sky
Making me wish I could fly
It is a mated pair
See how their flight patterns intertwine?
As they drift in the air
See their feathers so fine?
I wonder if she is carrying eggs.
Has their nest site been claimed?
Have they built a platform of sticks and twigs?
Has their territory been proclaimed?
I wish you luck my fine feathered friends
For life is too short to be at loose ends.
~Charlotte Greer Slater
For Mama on mothers day