Soaring silk cerulean

Tethered, wings to breeze

Preying on Wild’s weaker ones

Bald Eagle eyes, to seize

Symmetrical reflection

Life’s circle, makes its pass

Majesty in motion

Writ upon aquatic glass

Texture of a thousand words

Poetry in mirrors

Perfection, captured in a bird;

Freedom without fear

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Full photo can be viewed on Steve Biro’s instagram

Photo Credit: Steve Biro

Fell as I shot,

Was mistaken identity,

Aimed at a duck,

Not a soaring raptor,

Which majestically flew.

And why is the duck ,

Low on people's mind,

While the eagle so heroic,

In the end they taste the same,

Let no one say I'm wasteful.

I am a little mouse.

I live in a field

and eat up all

the farmer's

precious

grain.

Hungry eagle am I.

I prowl in the sky

searching the ground,

looking for

dinner,

mouse!

I am a little mouse.

I live in a barn.

The field is too

dangerous

for small

mice.

Hungry eagle am I.

I sit in a tree

waiting for that

silly mouse

to come

out.

I am a little mouse.

That eagle took my

brother and ate

him for tea.

But not

me!