To celebrate National Poetry Day, what better than some verse about ospreys?
Here is a poem from a relative of Osprey Watch volunteer Joyce, inspired by Kielder and Joyce’s tales of watching the wonderful ospreys. Many thanks, Anne.
Their image trembles as a shimmer on the water.
In the hides, watchers bend over telescopes
intent on a glimpse of what appears so near but distant.
They focus on a crease of hill miles away, delicately precise,
handling with reverence the lens that brings them close,
shaking with expectancy, the tremors of their own pulse.
Anne Marie Butler