Blue grey feathers,
oblivious to me,
carry on and catch your fish-
creatures swimming in a current,
oblivious to you-
only diverting at the break of water,
and I watching,
regretfully separate, on land,
eyeing the surface.
I am an unnatural thing,
with a natural root-
the trees comfort me,
but you ignore me,
must I regain an origin?
Hiraeth Examined 