Willows shift to the clatter of a traveling caravan,
all blocks non-existent to a single focus gaze.
Screaming eagle falling fire dive rends idle clouds, dead
rat trails scattered runs. Slow wind drags red dust skyward.
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Image found here: http://www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/gallery/snowcountry/mountain/index.html
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
what a majestic pic and so much of the energy captured in your words as well..
perfect. i could read it aloud again and again.
so much from a single picture
Short, compact, yet descriptive as hell.
I really enjoyed the contrast between the eagle’s furious dive and the slow wind – brilliant change of pace.
so much power and intensity!
superb again in you imagery…you bring it together to make a really nice scene…
Those rats had better run! I live in an area where raptors soar daily. The dance between them and prey fascinates and captivates, as does your poem.
I can see the rest dust rising. A very intense poem. I like the way you worded it a lot.
Very cool. But I am glad that they are dead/rat trails. (As a New Yorker.) k.
I love the way you’ve put your words together, a poem to be read aloud.
I love the energy in your poems..make one want to race through before the meaning sinks in.
Wow… I love your poem and the picture! So much beautiful imagery!
…you captured a scene in very subtle & intense way…i enjoyed it…a japanese like verse, just saying…smiles..
…You set a scene that are both intense and visible…a picturesque… a quite tale of survival in two perspectives…great shorty…smiles…
Love the wind dragging dust skyward as if the dust were reluctant. Lovely
i like this line -> Screaming eagle falling fire sounds like the name of a martial arts movie
A short poem and impact, a job well done.