Bald Eagle’s Delight

Immature Bald Eagle

In the quiet of the morning

long before the cock does crow

the early bird, she comes a singing

(hard telling what she knows)

Fishing Bald Eagle

Seems to me, her tweets are secret-

coded notes with birdy words

so concise and quite direct

the foreign language that I heard

♫ ♪ ♫

Immature Bald Eagle on the Platte

Sometimes, the world just seems to stop

I know not how or why

alone we stand — no stage — no props

but moments do pass by

Eagle Landing

In the stillness of the waning night

no single thought in mind

I watched the dark give way to light

and understood their kind

♫ ♪ ♫

Two Eagles Spying The Platte

♥  Akin to free  ♥

Uncle Tree

Bye, Bye, Birdie!

Photographs by Keith Alan Watson

Bald Eagles provided by Lady Fortuna

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Leaf Be As Be Is

 Sun rises daily for a change
while photons learn to re-arrange
crane invasion
Fab fashions flower fancy fads
Go broke of grays serenely sad
snow geese
Not long for love in Time to live
Dive deep where souls meet to forgive
courting cranes
Let Spirit splish-splash all for fun
Bless goldfish gleaming on the run
sandhill cranes
Take nothing — leave be as be is
Shine on! Show off! Shine bright! Show-biz!
gleams in flight
Wave-less ripples quiet the pond
Silent the streams pouring beyond
pink platte
Hush once to hear my lady’s pine
for love that looks and feels divine
Then do remember all the lines
and may they save you just in time
Photographs
Keith Alan Watson
To my lady, Lu
crane dance