The osprey sits atop
the light pole on the street
alongside the small lake.
His morning song
is enchanting, but as we
approach, he pauses it
and stares down.
Is he staring at the lake
seeing the motion
of a fish soon to become
his next meal?
That would make
sense, but he seems
instead to be staring
at me as I walk by
and I have to wonder
if he is thinking that
I would certainly make
a month or more
of meals but sadly
he knows that I
am a fish out of water.