The Osprey Comments

Away from wooded glen The nest grows yet again, Composed of plastic bits And cast away limbs. Atop a pole, upon the highest crest The ospreys tend the nest Begun years ago, It still has room to grow. The pair must make anew Support for eggs which are due, And soon the chicks will hatch And again the pairs burden is to catch Food for the brood Which Nature demands they should. While the lake's fish Remains a staple dish That supports them all, They've discovered another call For on the nearby road is dealt A banquet spread, not to be caught But to be feasted upon. For it's the daily carrion Laid bare by the passage Of cars speeding past. And the osprey adapts as well it can To the impact of civilization and man. s