The EagleA Poem by Dave The Eagle Each afternoon she comes and sits at the lakes edge on the fallen tree trunk that is just now beginning to rot away. So peaceful and calm she is while looking at the deep blue waveless water. Though the day is hot, she is cooled by the breeze blowing through the overhanging boughs of the firs that seem to surround her. With her bare feet in the refreshing water she is tempted to go further. No! She wouldn't want to scare it away. It's the reason she comes each day, at the same time. Listening carefully, no, she doesn't hear it yet. Yes,there is the rustling of some fallen leaves moved by squirrels or chipmunks, the song of a lonely bird, none of which she was hoping to hear. That's all for now, ah, the splash of a fish, probably a trout. She takes a quick look and sees it again, a rainbow of colors on it's side where the sun hits it. She smiles to herself, she knows it won't be long now, it's coming. An ear piercing shreak fills the air and a dark shadow momentarily eclipses the sun. It seems a giant with it's wide wings spread across the blue sky. Swooping with the grace of a ballerina it moves across the expanse of the lake gliding effortlessly mere inches above the water. She wonders and then there is no need, he plunges into it's depths with a thrashing of it's wings. In moments it quickly surfaces with the wriggling trout in it's powerful talons. Exhilarated by what she had just witnessed, she herself goes home exhausted and fulfilled.
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2 Reviews Added on May 5, 2020 Last Updated on May 5, 2020 AuthorDaveBridgewater, NJAboutDavid B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..Writing
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