the osprey perches high above me
a slight movement caught my eye
perhaps tucking unhatched eggs
further under soft, warm belly feathers
or giving a morsel to a hungry chick
a beautiful, wild thing
it takes my breath away
memories of a childhood
where birds of prey
swooped down
plucking trout out of
rushing river or
vast expanse of alpine lake
only this nest is built atop a Starbucks sign
in a suburban strip mall
the only green, scripted landscaping
false moonlight created by
streetlights reflecting off pavement puddles
i turn my head away
the sadness of it overwhelming
a wild thing
making do
submitting to surrounding circumstances
forced to conform to survive
you do not belong here
I whisper
I have nowhere else to go
the wild answers back
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