Poem by Mark Nenadov

July 8, 2013

Soaring past towering power lines
piercing, probing yellow eyes
the Osprey haunts this Ontario shore
stalking fish: skilled, without peer.

Resting, the Osprey puffs a pearly chest
peering to the right and to the left
a hover, followed by a foot-first fall
fisherman is skunked, Osprey got brunch.



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