Alone, vigilent, regal, cruel.
Sitting watch over cloudy shore
with piercing gaze and unblinking eye.
What have you seen? For what deeds are you so proud?
Of our many encounters, only once were you accompanied.
Only once felt the companionship of your kind.
And on that occasion of aerial courtship (more struggle than love)
were you at peace?
Grasping talons seem a cold facsimile of warm embrace,
flushing skin, quickening pulse.
Are we so different?
Do you not long for loving contact?
Or wish to witness the flight of the newly fledged?
But sit alone, remorseful for what you know not - staring to sea?
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