From June 29, 2012
From June 29, 2012
I step out for the third time today,
And there on her nest yet again
Is the osprey who leaves that nest
Every time I walk by.

She is not new to this world.

She stakes her life
And her future
On watching me from every angle.

I'm sure she could kill me and would
For the young in her nest
If I made a move she didn't like,
Even if I were a perfect innocent.

I love her for it:
Nothing could make her forget
Why she might kill me--
Not even my walking by
Every day,

A perfect innocent.

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