Ralph Setian: Bird-Watching

The bald eagles perched high upon the pines

we stand silently stealthily watching

peering through telescopes and binoculars

as they majestically ignore us.

We stand.

We wait.

We watch.

We hope.

We freeze.

And then -- 

suddenly-- 

       the magic moment --

    E

  N                               !

O      T                      G

      A               N

         K          I

            E   W

              S

This poem has previously appeared in RAFT, Volume 5, 1991, and appears here with courtesy of the author.