Eleven a.m. today was a perfect time to walk the tidal flats of Double Bluff Beach: low tide, cloudless blue sky, everything sunshine, snow-capped peaks across the Sound. Walking barefoot where sand finally met water, I saw an eagle land. I stopped to watch, waiting for him to take flight, never expecting what happened next . . .
I saw an eagle pee today. He was
standing on surf-slapped shore
in the company of sea gulls.
A lifted backfeather,
a clear splashy stream,
then wings lifting him to flight.
He circled, higher, higher,
casting shadow long after
I lost him to the sun.
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