Circus Aeruginosus

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Lifting with one lazy stroke from stunted blackthorn

you glide in the silence over sedge

then almost brush the rustling carpet 

of  dry reed’s autumn seed heads.

Your mate follows, on a higher flight path

alert for any movement your passage startles.


Your cruel dispossession is fully resolved —

you own the marsh again,  to harry as you will.

Sky-dancing in the spring, your grey wings

flex easily in  undulating courtship flight.

Her larger body rolls, she catches your gift

and we lose our sense of place in Nature’s wonders.





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