(An ode to my typing skills: 0) .) <br /> <br />Like a circling hawk, over the corn, <br />Searching in patient swoops, <br />An index finger, so forlorn, <br />In ever decreasing loops. <br />Then like a kestrel, hovers, <br />Above his chosen prey, <br />Drops like a stone, all alone <br />To stab the letter ''A''.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-6/
