Monday, January 20, 2014

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 -- 


       the magic moment --

  N                               !
O      T                      G
      A               N
         K          I
            E   W

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

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