Arctic tern
No harsh sun - almost monochrome - full of grace.
Birds Words.
Capture their spirit,
that's the brief,
elusive.
Defending their space,
time proven,
effective.
Shrill calling, swoops,
pecks, if need be,
protecting.
Other people object,
an unnecessary fuss,
words fail.
They fend off with flapping hands,
bending and screaming,
so the birds dive again.
For the birds' fantastic odyssies,
the closest I'll ever come,
to greatness.
Birds Words.
Capture their spirit,
that's the brief,
elusive.
Defending their space,
time proven,
effective.
Shrill calling, swoops,
pecks, if need be,
protecting.
Other people object,
an unnecessary fuss,
words fail.
They fend off with flapping hands,
bending and screaming,
so the birds dive again.
For the birds' fantastic odyssies,
the closest I'll ever come,
to greatness.
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Arctic tern
No harsh sun - almost monochrome - full of grace.
Birds Words.
Capture their spirit,
that's the brief,
elusive.
Defending their space,
time proven,
effective.
Shrill calling, swoops,
pecks, if need be,
protecting.
Other people object,
an unnecessary fuss,
words fail.
They fend off with flapping hands,
bending and screaming,
so the birds dive again.
For the birds' fantastic odyssies,
the closest I'll ever come,
to greatness.
Birds Words.
Capture their spirit,
that's the brief,
elusive.
Defending their space,
time proven,
effective.
Shrill calling, swoops,
pecks, if need be,
protecting.
Other people object,
an unnecessary fuss,
words fail.
They fend off with flapping hands,
bending and screaming,
so the birds dive again.
For the birds' fantastic odyssies,
the closest I'll ever come,
to greatness.
Ref:
Date:
Location:
Photographer:
Fine Art
Arctic tern
No harsh sun - almost monochrome - full of grace.
Birds Words.
Capture their spirit,
that's the brief,
elusive.
Defending their space,
time proven,
effective.
Shrill calling, swoops,
pecks, if need be,
protecting.
Other people object,
an unnecessary fuss,
words fail.
They fend off with flapping hands,
bending and screaming,
so the birds dive again.
For the birds' fantastic odyssies,
the closest I'll ever come,
to greatness.
Birds Words.
Capture their spirit,
that's the brief,
elusive.
Defending their space,
time proven,
effective.
Shrill calling, swoops,
pecks, if need be,
protecting.
Other people object,
an unnecessary fuss,
words fail.
They fend off with flapping hands,
bending and screaming,
so the birds dive again.
For the birds' fantastic odyssies,
the closest I'll ever come,
to greatness.
Ref:
Date:
Location:
Photographer: