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Fishing on a Boat

They gaze and wait
For fish to come
No need for rod, nor bait.

Perched on a boat,
Watching the wild water
Silently each shadow, they note.

A shimmer is seen,
In the deep depths below
No time to think, nor preen.

Wings are spread wide,
Talons at the ready,
He soars up, above the tide.

Screeching he sweeps down,
Hitting the water,
In his talons, a flash of brown.