Tales of bald eagles
entice exploration,
cameras ready –
Great Blue heron,
a woodpecker,
nuthatches and
chickadee – all
grace our lenses..
.. no eagles.
Then driving into town,
business and errands
distracting, a shape looms,
rises up from the asphalt
black tail feathers
bordered by white
to match its noble head.
We search again,
follow directions
down country roads
into the bush…
… no eagles.
Friends visit,
we tour, show off
our rural beauty,
espy white amongst
autumn’s foliage
two eagles hunting
along river’s flow –
one veers to fly
overhead, in salute,
or mocking…
…no cameras.
I love this!
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Thanks!
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I always see the eagles when I don’t have a camera! đŸ˜‰
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do you think they know?
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Oh, isn’t that the way! You have to be like Cam Jansen in the children’s stories, click in your mind! Love the way you built suspense in this poem.
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Thanks. I’ll catch them yet.
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They are teasing … keep pursuing and in time you will be rewarded! (Lots of us will cheer when your eagle image becomes post.)
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Yes – it will be a moment of celebration.
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Lovely!
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Thank you.
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You captured the image, nevertheless, here…very nicely with words. Next time…with a camera.
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Fingers crossed…thank you.
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I’m inspired to keep trying now!
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