Sunday 16 July 2017

THE OWL BOTHERER

THE OWL BOTHERER

I see him sitting poised at the corner of the field
Eagerly surveying grey horizons growing gloomier
Cagoule hood flapping tripod erected lens extended
The solitude of waiting
Keenly contemplating
No time for debating
He’s done his research
Knowing where it will perch
I find him planted poised at the corner of the field
The orange ghost seeking the white ghost

I see her swooping over the corner of the field
Eagerly surveying over fields and through long grasses
Wings barely flapping eyes patiently hunting silently
The solitude of feeding
Providing after breeding
Food her chicks are needing
Her eyes keenly search
Knowing just when to strike
I spot her flying over the corner of the field
The white ghost there for the orange ghost


Martin A W Holmes, July 2017


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