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David Karchere

"“I am osprey! King of the air! And prince of winged flight! I am home, And I am free.”"

- David Karchere | Osprey


Original context

The osprey’s great wings pound
the mountain air,
and he rises above
the blue-green water
of the lake filled with trout.
Sailing past pine trees
And over the bull moose wading below,
He circles and soars,
Eyesight like laser light
Penetrating the surface of the lake.
This one now!
He begins his dive
Gaining speed until he enters the water
His fierce talons piercing
His slippery prey,
Lifting it out of the lake
To bring food to his waiting young.

Then leaving his piney nest
He circles and soars,
circles and soars
into the late-afternoon light.
In yet more rarified air he rises
in flight through banks of cloud
over trees and peaks,
thousands of feet he ascends
until he is gliding free
illumined and warmed
Where he belongs.
He circles and stalls,
Dips and glides,
And calls for the sun to hear
“I am osprey!
King of the air!
And prince of winged flight!
I am home,
And I am free.”

- David Karchere | Osprey


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