Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A Good Day

The pool ripples as the waterfall plummets

From high cliffs frequented by eagles

Who watch for fish flying off the ledge

And wriggling through the air as they drop

Along with the spray of water and rainbows

Caught mid-air by grasping talons

Carried away to nests of hungry hatchlings

High among the tallest trees in safe, heavy nests

That protect the chirping babies so rare

Their beaks open, awaiting a morning meal

While the sun speaks to the sky a “good day.”

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