Hope interrupted
South Cumbria, June 6, 2018
this is hope
challenged
this is hope
fading
lying in my hand
perfect body
eyes tight shut
wings the tiniest of things
not ready to fly
limp blue legs
dinosaur ancestry
this is the heavy weight of hope
discarded
here in the meadow
among sorrel and buttercups
and the heat of a cloudless sky
hope, feathered and filched
flung to the ground
and left
alone
hope less
I do not know
if it was a crow
that took this curlew chick
or a fox
I do not know if the calls of the parent birds
that have been circling and calling
circling and calling
circling and calling
are calls of anger
or of sorrow
or warning
but in those haunting high-pitched cews
I hear no hope
hope lies here
at my feet
while the adults cry
Harriet Fraser
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