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A small boy is digging in the Autumn sand.

Ships pass in the deep channel. Someone

has made a stand of driftwood twigs topped

with modest baubles. Directly below us

on the sandstone rocks is a dead buzzard

spread eagled – yes, almost literally

the right word – its head gone or hidden,

its exposed viscera gnawed, its talons

limp. We are humans therefore forensic

so discuss the causes of the bird’s demise

and mutilation: low flying aircraft, rats?

Some spring tide will lift whatever remains

of the magnificent black tipped wingspan

out into the oceans.




© Copyright David Selzer
2 Responses
  • Alan Horne
    November 1, 2019

    I am reading Isabella Tree’s book about rewilding her farm – One of the main sources of objection is the presence of decomposing dead animals, even though they give so much back as they rot. Maybe dead birds are OK for some reason. Glad to hear the buzzards have reached New Brighton!

  • David Selzer
    November 1, 2019

    The buzzards must be moving north. They reached Hoole a few years back –

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