Peering through the pane of distraction,
Through a used plastic bottle of washing liquid,
Between a tattered three-quarter drawn blind,
--a bundle of silent frantic down
Hurtles across a bare brown patch,
In a neglected urban outpost.
Tightly gripped, slowly throttled, pointlessly resisting,
The magnificently huge bully proudly strangles all hope
From the helpless tiny morsel,
Then powerfully launches once again,
Back to its noble place,
Hawking its limp prey,
Up into the blue soaring expanse.
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I originate from Wales, Great Britain, and have lived in the US since marrying an American in 2007. As a terrified "foreigner," I studied English at Northern Kentucky University, aged forty-four, and felt energized by my hugely supportive professors; this was in stark contrast to my wayward high school experiences and abysmal exam record! Poetry offers me a brilliant channel to explore and express my introspective self; it also appeals to my playful nature which these days is mostly exercised writing a (very poor) satirical news blog under the alter ego, The Leek Magazine.