Gone Fishing!

Oh yes, I'm a Raptor, but don't you know,

 that eating fish is the only way I go. 

Unsuspecting are the fish I spy,

As I spot them from the sky.

Then its down to take a plunge, 

Talons ready as I lunge.

I am equipped with a special toe,

so there's less chance the fish will go.

It's opposable to help me grip,

Those slippery fish that like to flip.

Through the air, it's fish head in the front,

For that lessens the wind's brunt.

Finally, it is time eat,

I have no care to be neat.

As for me, the heron, patience is the name,

A long motionless wait is my game.

I plan to stand oh so still,

As I wait to stab you with my bill.

As a graceful Snowy, I prefer to dance,

Across the water I will prance.

As I drag my yellow feet,

I'm sure to find some fish to eat.

Not every bird thinks fresh is best,

As a Vulture, I differ from the rest.

I don't like to gloat,

but check out this beauty I found afloat.

If you see me cleaning its head,

One things for sure, this fish is dead!

Tammy Karr

http://iheartfloridabirds.blogspot.com/