Osprey
a room with a view?
oh no, a royal palace
made with sticks and reeds
high above us mere mortals below
trudging on foot to fishing
I plod, plod.
whoosh the Osprey plummets
one fell swoop
fresh fish for the fledglings
high above the electric grid
she settles in for breakfast
huge talons and beak
glisten in the morning sun
reminding me of my place:
I plod onwards.
Really captures the feeling
ReplyDeletedid you catch anything... apart from the lovely poem... :)
ReplyDeletestunning image, great words. Bird sculptors.
ReplyDeleteThanks friends, no didn't catch anything, I've given up fishing as a bad joke!
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