Down on the river Adur

As the estuary meets the sea

I saw an osprey fishing

Catching mullet for its tea

He swirled up high above us

Circling graceful in the sky

As if to say “why look at me

A good fisherman am I”

A mid air shake confused us

And stunned that helpless prey

And left us all a wondering

Whether today would be the day

That with fishes in his belly

And a windless sunny day

He’d feel the lure of flying south

And soon be on his way