Firehole River Splash
I walk along the bank with my young pup
Respectful of this wild Wyoming land of
Bison, bear, and wolves.
I’m watching the puppy explore
With his sensitive, busy nose
Until I hear the splash.
Then I look up, confused because
There is nothing here to make
such a sound
With such a feel of substance to it.
I scan the river, instinct freed
To feel through my senses in a way
Not needed in the workaday world.
But no instinct could prepare me
For the breath stopping moment
Something rising from the water
Something alive –
The moment crystal and infinite
White feathered head
Yellow eye meeting mine without
Hesitation or fear.
I am the one who does not belong
Rising, rising, rising…
Rainbows of water
Powerful wings spread and lift
Beak opens in a fierce cry
Away from the trees on the
Opposite bank comes
And now, the talons
Clutching the small, arching trout
Who could not avoid
The bald eagle
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