May 2, 2013
Unblinking yellow eyes stare
watching from the mountain birch
directly in the sun beams glare
above the stream he is perched.

Mighty wings folded tight,
sharpened talons gripping-
head cocked slightly to the right
unafraid of slipping.

Autumn’s aroma on the breeze-
ragged mountains reflected
new found colors in the leaves-
in the bubbling stream detected.

Waiting there- ominously-
his world aging each hour-
Then plunging down silently-
Great Osprey full of power.

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