Alone at dusk I seek a lofty perch
A place to watch and rest ‘til dawn
When light flashes my humble birch
All hope of slumber’s now forgone.
I turn and stare at this rude stranger
Whose interruption puts most to flight
Yet my roost keeps me from danger
So I observe these creatures of the night.
Two humans wade through the bracken
Black objects held before their face
I wonder if their senses are a-lackin’
Wandering through this wild place.
They must not know what lies ahead
The snake, the gator; a poisonwood tree
Or they would choose a walk by day instead
Rather than a nocturnal wilderness spree.
Look! Now the objects light me up anew
Such bizarre behavior I am lost to explain
With a smile and a nod it seems they’re through
Guess they captured what they came to attain.
Note: This beautiful osprey put up with us while I fired my Better Beamer assisted flash at him. He is a resident of Florida’s eastern Everglades and a most patient one at that.