I look to see a raven trying to
fit into a buzzards suit. He swings
down like a parachutist into a cockpit.
But the buzzard is less welcoming
staying out of reach like a shadow
being chased by a child.
They fight for the space of the air
both believing they have a right
in the race of ticking egg growth.
By Gareth Culshaw
Gareth lives in North Wales. He loves the outdoors especially Snowdonia. He is published in various magazines across the U.K. Visit his website here.