With wingtips upturned a buzzard takes flight
into cloud-clearing skies;
a tawny shadow is spreading below ..
over rose-hips and briar,
over tussock and stone,
over blackthorn and spoor;
soft as a field mouse with velvety skin
death is approaching in feathered disguise ..
With a flash of white, a seagull soars
into the sun ; a cloak of crows
scours the moor …
a shaft of sunlight shines into my eyes
a black and white imprint is seared on my mind;
of death in life in stark monochrome … .