Eagle at the river! I tell my son who
happens to call
from the Dominican Republic; “the
eagle” he says
to his wife nearby, at a beach on the
island. They have seen
the eagle at the swimming hole on the
river here. But today,
I wonder if the ice drew the expanse of
wings, jamming at the bend.
The white shaggy head so distinct
flying off down river.
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