The pride of an eagle



27/10/16 Where the mighty bird flies and I watch, transfixed

From the edge of a cliff

overlooking the sea

I see the eagle gliding.

The waves below at once angry

and inducing peace in my heart. 

I see the eagle, its wings spread,

it soars as King of the skies.

The eagle's feathers are splayed like fingers,

I have visions of a child demonstrating

its tender age, 'I am this many...'


The eagle flies...

Using nature's sighs

as both impetus and survival aid.

The eagle hunts, lazily circling,

seeming disinterested...

until you see its eyes.

The focus, pure and undiluted.

It is purposeful, powerful

and it exudes an efficiency

borne of consummate prowess.
















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