Sunday, November 7, 2010


Like an owl moving silently through the Forrest,
great wings missing the trees by feats of avian acrobatics,
the Osprey glides on the wind over the river
balancing first this way, then that,
watching and waiting for an opportunity to
pluck the great fish from a swift current,
keeping it from completing
its cycle of life
and completing its own.

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