Poetry in Motion


From out of the sun and out of the west,this Oak Bluffs osprey descends toward its nest.

He returned from the south about two weeks late;he’s now patiently seeking a mate.

When not perched on the nest or fishing nearby,he flies intricate patterns high in the sky.

He shows style as an avian he‑male,hoping it will attract a female.

It’s an amazing display by one,defining his prominent place in the sun.

It’s more than just an idle notion;this landing is poetry in motion.