Intervention
Water so shallow, cool running and clear
fast flowing away over rocks to the sea,
high on the hillside a herd of red deer
graze on soft heather, they roam wild and free.
A fisherman stands so silent and still,
the softest of mists rise up in the air,
a swish of the line cast out with such skill,
one tiny fish to be caught by his snare.
Rise on a thermal an eagle soars high
surveying the scene played out far below,
a snatch of the line, all plans go awry,
one flick of the tail, defiance on show.
The flash of its talons, the fish borne away
and man's intervention defeated this day.
Adding your comment:
Well done. A delightful sonnet true to the contest specs. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela 
