My bobber sits serenely still,
No fish to ruffle feathers,
Its worm adangling down below,
On hook securely tethered.

The osprey glides off from his tree,
And circles ever steeply,
Then suddenly drops like a rock,
Into the water deeply.

His catch entrapped in talons sharp,
Flies back to have his luncheon.
Perched on one leg upon his limb,
While on his trout he's munchin'.

A thunderstorm comes racing up,
The cliff face 'cross the canyon.
The sun's on me but I can see,
Rain falling with abandon.

The storm runs into peaks above,
And stalls up in the canyon.
It swirls around and splashes back,
Drops dancing all around me.

The air is filled with rainbows as,
The sun and mists they tango.
Such wond'rous beauty that surrounds,
This lake above Durango.