Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Sooty Oystercatcher

by Ion Corcos

Stout feet at low tide
grip an outcrop,
washed by wind and sea.

Long red bill under a limpet,
pries shell off rock,
exposes flesh.

Next, a mussel
probed, stabbed, pierced,
carried to an anvil.

Hammers the crust,
swallows the body,
drinks sea water.

Flies off,
a high pitched call

tleepa
tleepa

4 comments:

  1. Catch of the day ;) great poem, Ion. Best, Lise x

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    1. Thanks for your kind comments, Lise. :)

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  2. I like the way you described these birds, Ion. Quite aggressive in their own way! Your poem took me back to the Australian coast, seeing them on the rocks. Lisa :)

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