Oh my, another eagle, he's not as noble as you think
I know he's really watching me, as he pretends to drink
And so I leave this lake and head to yonder stream
Where I spy a trout, beneath the surface gleam
I circle once, and fold my wings, like Icarus I fall
But unlike him, I'm meant for this, the water is my call
And so with depth and light refraction already calculated
I thrust my talons through the water, till the fish is situated
With flapping wings, I lift my prize and check for friendly skies
And staying low, with stealth I fly, back to young Osprey cries
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
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