The Osprey

Osprey and Fish

Winged power folded, patient,

waiting, for the next hunt,

then strength launching, flying higher,

circling, surveying the water,

soaring, measuring, calculating,

estimating, distance from the target

when the time is right –

the dive!

A missile propelling downward,

one hundred miles an hour,

extending talons, piercing the water,

grasping the target, and pulling up,

all at the same time.

The majesty of the hunter,

created to be – the fish hawk.

Osprey Side View

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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7 thoughts on “The Osprey

  1. That’s amazing…
    Birds of prey, majestic and bald.
    They never fear if the strikes will go wrong.
    They never gave up and stalled.
    Charging, they gripped their prey and called their song.

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