It starts down from the leafless tip
Of a Magnolia tree.
Dropping, not in response to gravity’s insistence
But for a closer look.
Fixed on its objective,
This magical creature changes its descent
From that of commercial aircraft approaching a runway
To a kamakazi dive: straight down at warp speed.
Disappearing behind an obscuring bush
It must inevitably lie dead on the hidden ground-
Yet as I imagine its broken body
It rises above the bush, hovers, circles and moves on.
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