Thursday, 31 October 2013

BOSCASTLE...


Boscastle Oystercatcher

It flew low on the river,
Irrationally, falteringly
Into a strong sea-gale,
Like a flailing fighter, losing height and power:
I watched, wonderingly…
 
And I noticed its startling white and black,
Wavering:
Wings tilting, losing the smooth ability to glide
 
And I spotted its slender, red beak,
Hovering:
Neck wilting, battling a route against the clumsy tide…
 
 
 
An oystercatcher really struggled against the wind to reach the sea at Boscastle, October, 2013...


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