On seeing a group of wonderful birds of prey – hooded and belled for human amusement I became both sad and enraged for them. I have published my poem on this subject before and it is in my anthology De-Versify ‘Fly free – be not halt for me’. Browsing through Yeats I lighted upon his poem ‘The Hawk’. The middle verse is the hawk talking back – I love it:


‘I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud.’


Perhaps we might listen more to what our wild creatures are trying to tell us.

Love and peace and best wishes for a restful or joy filled Sunday – Denny Bradbury – Green Poet💚