The Prize

Three good friends canoe down the Kinni each with their own bag of thoughts on their weekly escape They glide along the waters course under the veil of Whitman’s song cruising past mini rapids as they coast into calmer waters they hear a faint whistle from above before any of them see… An Eagle great in essence and size plunges into the river a few feet ahead grabbing a huge trout in his claws, he hovers over the water… The fisherman in the rear only notices the fish, the artist in the front only sees the bird, but in the center the dreamer witnessed the marvel of both. as the Eagle hovers he flaps his powerful wings, securing the trout , before flying away with his prize. -River Urke

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