The Osprey

Osprey photo
 found in public domain

We heard her for about a minute before we actually saw her.
Short bursts high pitched, like ” Ee-eee”.
I thought it was the ring necked pheasant
the sound closer,
overhead...
Then we saw her,
Slowly gliding over our heads, like this photo I found,
Her feathery fingers grabbing the wind bumps we cannot see.
She hovered over us
And we looked at each other.
“Hi Betsy,” was all we could say.
I had just told Fred the other day that Mom would be an osprey, not an eagle,
She wrote the letter
Protesting DDT,
All those years ago.
The osprey returned
And
Betsy
Had a hand in that.