The Roost

On half dead ancient tree
whose crown arcs green
against blue sky
Shags roost,

nests tiered limb on limb,
driftwood, plastics, seaweed stacks,
Here young break their shells,
taste fish, learn to fly.

The roost behind the dunes, 
their chosen place 
away from exposed winds
and oceans fury.

Up on the highest place
three pied shags wait 
in clouds of midges,
watch the ways
over coast and sea 
as fisher birds go and come 
regurgitate their catch.

© Craig A Roberts, 2022
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