In the third watch

 In the third watch

Determined to see if what Gator said was true, that the eagle hunts come dawn, I was waiting on the dock at sunrise, the evening debris left, but no eagle. In my field of view, to my left I watched the waning moon for jets intersecting, before me the juvenile alligator upon the log, awaiting him to yawn, to my right, the Osprey in the dead tree fussing but not fishing.

It was then Michael from Suwannee Lake arrived, to snap the gator and pick up the trash. Gator man  would be pleased. The Osprey then flew as I watched the moon, the alligator slid off the log and a fisherman in his Rondo Celtic jersey wanted my spot. No eagle. I think the near sighted Gator sees Osprey. We shall try again Sunday. I miss Eagle Eye Bill. He’d know.