A welcomed seasonal traveler which arrives here late for spring,
While some birds pause to whistle or others stop to sing,
You preen your wings of black and white then shriek a high-pitched ring.
Sailing with the thermals, flying with ennui,
You spot a bluefish skimming the surface of the sea.
Plunging downwards fearlessly, your talons raised and ready,
You grasp your prey beneath the bay, a raptor poised and heady.
When you meet your partner and bind a sturdy nest,
You raise your chicks to pick up sticks with little time to rest.
And once your tenure ends as summer days are done,
You ascend again into the sky to seek a warmer sun.
Copyright 2013 Wendy Shreve
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