Summer Field.

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.