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Osprey Flight

Old stones weep in the rain

their darkling gaze unblinking

Glowering with ancient pain

of distant glories thinking

Preening Lords arrogant in imagined might

would quail could they perceive

The majesty of osprey flight

True rulers still of Threave

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Written by

jeremy-wyatt

Welsh

Published: Feb 14, 2014
LinesWords: 839

Notes: Written two years ago after a dreamy day at Threave Castle viewing a Welsh osprey who moved to Scotland (via Africa)

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