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Pirates and Fisherman

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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