An Observation Yesterday, on a midday walk Two bald eagles soared in circles Along the bay. One swooped down between the trees A nod to me or a warning to the crows? I’ve searched for over a month for The heron who once graced my vision, Perched, hidden in a tree. Elusive action, only visible for seconds. My toddler grandchild Sorts colored popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners dyed The colors of the rainbow. We have cups filled with our sorting And then the dumping begins again. An observation is seeing an action With no interpretation needed.
