Excerpt from Giles Watson's (1968) "Hirundines"
"... Fringed by ragged robins
spanned by spiders’ webs,
and primeval equisetum,
sun-bleached lady’s smocks -
measured infinitessimally
by spindled skaters, tadpoles
and toadlets, writhing in clumps,
bug-eyed waterboatmen,
waterspiders with silvered bellies -
ponds mirror open sky,
where hirundines wheel,
and seem to swim, inverted,
under water.
But the hirundines
are not as they would have been:
devil’s birds, bills clapping
on swarms of insects undescribed,
gulping uncatalogued midges
like whales sifting krill. Let us
recreate them, while we can..."