Across the windswept plains of flowing grass
the shadows of the clouds go flowing by
and bending stems make waves as breeze gusts pass
while seed heads rattle softly as they dry.
The toasting sun turns grass to winter’s hay
and fires scarlet poppies into bloom
as butterflies go dancing on their way
and buzzing insects swiftly zip and zoom.
One shadow flickers rapidly in sight
and stays in place despite the pushing air
the hovering of sparrow hawk in flight
its sharp eye scanning for some prey down there
a flashing dive and rabbit shrilly cries
to shatter peace as death strikes from the skies.
Playing with English sonnet style.