Sea Life (edit 2)

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I sit on the Delaware shore
my toes digging the sand.  Above,

an osprey soars on speckled wing.
Tucked, it plunges with fierce precision                     

piercing the shimmering blue;
it emerges, a meal of silver

gleaming, tight in his talon. 
The raptor flies on 

beyond the shriek and holler
of tanned children, playing

till they’ve had their fill,
nourished by every wave.

I sit on the Delaware shore
my toes digging the sand.  Above,
 
an osprey soars on grey and white speckled wing.
Tucked, it plunges with fierce precision                     
 
piercing the shimmering blue;
it emerges, a meal of silver
 
gleaming, tight in his talon. 
The raptor flies on 
 
amid the shriek and holler
of tanned children,
 
salted in surf, playing till they’ve
had their fill, nourished by every wave.

I sit on the Delaware shore as

my toes investigate the sand.  Above,

 

Osprey soar on grey-white speckled wing.

Tucked, they plunge with fierce precision                     

 

piercing the shimmering blue;

reborn they rise, a meal of silver gleam

 

tight in their talon. 

The raptors climb on 

 

amid the shriek and holler

of sandy, tanned children.

 

Salted in surf, they eat till they’ve
had their fill, sustained by every wave.