osprey mother – July 20


osprey mother slips away

wing clipping the wire


the talons beak fine

strong corpus

no longer matter


in the world of instinct

to be wounded

is to die.


she sits on the low

timber, wing askew,

nowhere to go


there is no hurry

only a reasoned



for release.


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