Tuesday, April 14, 2009
So silent on the air that nothing would give you away if only you could hold the excitement in.
The sweep of wing ready for a knife edged plunge into cold waters, the prize , a fish to win.
No sound in deaf waters splash the rainbow hear.
It is only in a shadow they fear.
But real enough the Ospreys cry , IEEE IEEE IEEE
Oh looky here , a fish to fry.
Eagle eye looks as talon rakes, tough as U.S. steel.
Searching depths for a fishy feel.