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Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
Estuary
Leaning on the car-park rail,
gazing past the idled road -
there was the sea.
No sun-lit sparkles,
no lapping waves;
the low tide
had sucked that beauty far away,
leaving in it’s banishment
mud - swirls of torpid black and brown;
the occasional puddle of water
lingering - no reflection.
Dotted in random groups
birds waded, strutted, sat, preened,
calm and serene this sunny day.
Then - without warning
they flared into life -
a waving curtain of purpose.
No confusion there,
no muddled flight.
They chose the same moment,
the same direction.
One minute that curtain was black - then
they turned and their white underbellies
swept the seascape.
A twist - a turn - a spiral of wings
before, en masse,
they settled down again.
Leaning on that car-park rail
in front of me acres of birds resting,
behind me a sea of static cars.
Soon, my car would take off -
all on its own. No flight path.
No spiral of wings -
what a pity.
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