It must surely be an osprey’s “bummer,”

to be the last bird of summer.

On a mid-September morn, crisp and clear,

this female landed behind Windemere.

It’s hard to guess what it is she seeks;

she’s been without mate for the last two weeks.

And as I toured osprey nests around town,

she’s apparently the only bird still around.

She fishes often and eats every bite,

building energy for a long southern flight .

Providing her migrational clock doesn’t fail her,

she’ll head south any day for Venezuela.