Morning sky,
bright sun,
fish eagle
of the marsh
flying low.
Its catch,
silver prey,
hangs from
talon strength.
Sepia and bay,
white bellied,
bandit masked,
dappled mosaic
beneath wings.
An intimation
that worship
needs only
the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful tribute to special bird. I love the line, Silver prey hangs from talon strength. And yes, 'an intimation that worship need only the sky.' You've done a nice job of keeping the words to a minimum. It provides a certain level of flow to the writing, like flying. Your regal, powerful, and beautiful images give the reader a sense of the bird Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Pamela. The image is my own for a change, my favorite osprey in a dead tree at my condo. I saw him yesterday again with a fish in his grasp headed for a different tree.