Driving past,I caught a glimpse of you
dressed
in your black and white.
Having seen your kind
many times before,
I'm not sure why I turned back.
But there I found myself
Standing,
on the bridge,
in my dress of black and white
watching you
in your back and white.
You perched
on the edge of a stump
in the middle of the creek,
talons pressed down to hold
as beak tore into fish flesh.
With lifted head, you gulped--
And spotted me.
I wonder what caught your attention.
I was still, wrapped in silence.
Was it the black and white?
Did you think I was Eagle, too?
Robin L. Edenshaw
October 1, 2007
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