the eagle
the osprey
wingbeat for wingbeat
swoop for swoop
wheeling and diving
then the fish drops
slipped from the grasp of the osprey
the eagle
like a rock
plunges
to rise again
triumphant
with its plunder
Thank you, Val! This particular episode took place above the lake, but a more recent occurrence was right over our heads in the parking lot of our local super market...
There is nothing like the sounds of birdsong to celebrate the burgeoning season! xx
Lovely, Dale! Your poem is beautifully penned and very evocative. Funnily enough, my blog concerned birds too, but not the magnificent birds of prey.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Val!
ReplyDeleteThis particular episode took place above the lake, but a more recent occurrence was right over our heads in the parking lot of our local super market...
There is nothing like the sounds of birdsong to celebrate the burgeoning season! xx