On seeing a wondrous visitor
from west Africa
ospreys return for Summer
trout are not impressed
11 Monday Mar 2019
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23 Tuesday Oct 2018
The hills are made invisible by an evening mist.
Against this a kettle of five hawks,
three red kites and two buzzards,
spiral in the diffused golden light,
unhurried, synchronised, perfect.
It is a moment of poetry,
of passion and perfection
that I am privileged to witness.
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