The bald eagle perched
on the top of the large silver cross
on top of the tall black steeple
on top of the large white church.
From this vantage point
he surveyed the harbor,
cognizant of all movement.
I hurried to take his picture
before he flew off.
As I focused in on him
I wondered if he knew what he was doing.
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