First I hear the cry of the crow.
It draws my eyes to the acrobatics of a young buzzard evading the crow’s attacks with graceful ease.
The spring sun lights up its wing feathers – creating an almost ghostly appearance against the blue.
I watch in awe until they part and fly their separate ways.
All I have for you is a picture of the sky – the rest I leave to your imagination.
I imagined it very well. Thank you. :)