Laurie hill - An Ode

(An ode to my typing skills: 0) .)

Like a circling hawk, over the corn,
Searching in patient swoops,
An index finger, so forlorn,
In ever decreasing loops.
Then like a kestrel, hovers,
Above his chosen prey,
Drops like a stone, all alone
To stab the letter ''A''.

Laurie hill

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