Endless river, falling downstream. Waved ever goodbye by flitting Chiffchaff and Robin.
Straightened and channelled, man-made manipulation. Retained detritus picked though by opportunistic corvids.
Regulated by sluice-gate, flowing through in orderly fashion. Grey Wagtail patrols its insect rich ramparts.
Bursting under culvert; noisy with overhead traffic, oblivious to dancing Lapwing above their urgency.
Low tide mudflats, feast aplenty. Congregations of Redshank and Blackwit wade the shallows.
Deep channel rush, snaking, but onwards. Lined by Wigeon; resting, but watchful for the threat from above.
Burnished flashes caught in watery sunlight. As Golden Plover circle and land. Crouching in hollows to lessen the bite.
Widening and slowing, joining the vastness. The 'toing and froing', a tidal imperative. Welcomed and wanted by bickering gulls...