A proud young Osprey stands on the top rung
of the tall satellite tower; perched and guarding
his family’s nest. Spring has brought his migrational return
just as it had done with his father and his father’s father
before him. A strong southwest wind carries his screeching;
five crows in a distant tree take heed of his nervous nature.
While directly below the Osprey’s post in the parking lot,
a clot of new grass breaks through a crack in the asphalt
and a rodent eats its last meal….
All life and death is just a process of trial and error….
2008 © TS
Spare & pointed, just before the launch into oblivion! Rgds, Ivan
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'All life and death a matter of trial and error' -beautifully said!