Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Milton Road Poem

attention drifts to a barren tree
...that's a big bird
an owl, a hawk, a  raven?


the head is blended invisible
into the grey November sky

a bald eagle
scanning for rabbits
along the cold creek banks


  1. I can see him, hungry, looking for his dinner.

  2. Sir, a masterful work. When I was in Alaska I saw gorgeous bald eagles gliding under a bright blue sky. Were they searching for rabbits...for me, I'll never know. I'll have to walk along the bank of a cold creek and contemplate...


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