Thursday, 31 October 2013


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,
Wings tilting, losing the smooth ability to glide
And I spotted its slender, red beak,
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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