On the wings of a Buzzard.

A poem for ‘Beautio Beautio’ – a Devon Buzzard.on-the-wings-of-a-buzzard-something-about-dartmoor

On Thursday – 13th. October 2016 – I stopped on my way home from work to pick-up a roadkill; sadly it was a beautiful Buzzard – already cold at the roadside.  If there is one bird that I could choose to symbolise the spirit of Devon – the ‘Land of Two Moors’ – with its patchwork of small fields spread-out between – it would be the Common Buzzard – (Latin name – Buteo buteo). Everyday on my walks – I see and hear Buzzards circling and mewing overhead – and now I had the sad duty of recovering one that had been killed on the road.  I hate to see wild animals squashed into the road until they become unrecognisable.  I didn’t want to see it become a pancake of dried matter and feathers stuck to the tarmac on my journeys to and from work – it’s too matter of fact.  I brought it home with me – and at the time of writing this – it is resting under the Mulberry tree in my garden.  

Before laying it down – I stroked its soft feathers and cupped it’s bloodied head in my hand – and took some photos to remember it. roadkill-buzzard-something-about-dartmoorroadkill-buzzard-talons-something-about-dartmoor A couple days have gone-by now – and I find myself thinking about the Buzzard often – so I have written a short poem to remember its passing.  

I’m circling ever higher – beyond my usual limit – where I can see myself lying at a roadside – crying tears of blood.

Higher and higher – until the fields and moors that are my hunting ground are lost from sight – beneath a veil of cloud.

Onward and upwards nearer the Sun – I’m disappearing into light.



As I placed its stiffened body under the Mulberry – I noticed one small feather outstanding from all of its other magnificent plumage…heart-of-a-buzzard-something-about-dartmoorso I plucked it. heart-of-a-devon-buzzard-something-about-dartmoor

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Detail of a Buzzard from a gravestone in my local churchyard.

Detail of a symbolic Buzzard cut into a gravestone in my local churchyard.

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