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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