Please click through to Ken’s site to hear him read this poem and share the video and pictures of a magical encounter…
Rapt
In a slipstream
almost like a dream
towering sycamore
overhead a bird of lore
watches, waits as I drift by
my gaze held high
not daring to shift
or lift
my paddle, I raise my lens
my friends
need to witness
the beauty of this
scene that plays out
no doubt
of the beauty
there before me
While I was kayaking this week, a juvenile Bald Eagle sat overhead in a sycamore. As I reached for my camera, it dropped into the water and snatched a fish. It floundered the short distance to the shore, where it dug into its meal. As I came even with it in the water, it flew to the next tree downstream to dry its feathers and watch me drift by.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Lovely. Thanks for sharing, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne
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My pleasure, Suzanne… it was such a lovely encounter Ken had that I had to share it!
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From my rash of Likes in the past few days,you can see I’ve been doing some catching up. Thank you for sharing this, Sue.
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My pleasure as always, Ken.
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