In the early morn

As daylight is born

Pen and pad in hand

Eager to leave land

Step on floating dock

Feel dock sway and rock

Next step onto boat

Bobbing where she floats

Cast away from dock

As boat softly rocks

Putter up the lake

Trailing minor wake

Turn the motor's key

Let boat bob in breeze

Hear the water lap

Tiny waves soft slap

Osprey overhead

Dives with talons spread

Grabs fish behind head

Babies to be fed

Watch a huge gray gar

With a long white scar

Swims along my boat

Stifle verbal gloat

Shiners jump in air

Scales reflect sun's glare

Flee from larger fish

With a fast tail swish

Ducks above me soar

Land in splash near shore

Hear them softly quack

Dabbling for a snack

Morning on the lake

Soothes an inner ache

As the day turns bright

Pick up pen and write

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