The Curlew has become a frequent companion on many of my walks in the wilder parts of northern England. The presence of its familiar call, particularly in apparently empty settings of moorland or at river estuaries, led me to mistake it a commonplace bird.
This presence also meant I was ignorant of its endangerment. This precariousness was an unnerving realisation, given the contribution of the call of this particular bird to my experience of the natural world.

The work therefore has a very explicit subject, whose call is explored in a haiku, a Japanese form of verse, traditionally relating to nature.

The poem is printed in letterpress- once a commonplace technique, but now an uncommon way of communicating the printed word.