Osprey Poem by james watkin

Osprey



Seething round, where is bleakness
Or from wet rock glaring
Which shows cold against a peak
Of sharpness upbearing

Tranced pike knows not other worlds
Scrape its own, villianous!
Pike, with trout posh, too wrapped up
In its movements sensuous.

Sunday, May 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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