Perfection

March 1989

Perfection

Translucent claws, so neatly trimmed

The veins of life seen pulsing within

Curled like scythes

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Searching, curious, beady

The eyes tell all that abounds within

With a blink, a question's asked, And answered

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Precise and unfaltering, the bill is

Always bobbing ahead,

It batters and cleans, preens and feeds

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The power of air with the power of bone

Lightweight bone, streamlined alive

The wind cannot escape

                                        perfection.

- Edward Fielding Barnsley

Comments

[Aunt Mary]

Thanks, Diana. Don't we still see him here and there, every day?

[Diane Barnsley]

"This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you." Love, Mom

[JohnF]

Thanks D. Julie and I thought about Edward on the 14th and I always enjoy learning a little more about him. - John