Ode to an Ever-Present Osprey

Crash past the ripple, Osprey,
of the ocean’s shallows,
On shore or wake, you prepare
to strike, then plunge through
the surface. Belly up!
All fish surrender, 
honored to be chosen; 
to be picked and 
peeled, made flayed,
impeccable flesh.
At night, after you’ve
blessed the beaches,
you wait above me
on a lamp post.
We hold on for 
daylight together,
and for me
to keel over
and divebomb beyond you.