Day eleven of NaPoWriMo and I'm still going. To be honest, if I'm still posting after the halfway point I'll be more than surprised. This one is another short one.
Journey Home
A buzzard soars on winds
high above the sun-bathed
mountains north of the River
Usk's mud-brown waters.
Two crows shadow the lonesome
predator in their midst.
The buzzard's flight to her nest
will see many more of them.
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