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,
until you see its eyes.
The focus, pure and undiluted.
It is purposeful, powerful
and it exudes an efficiency
borne of consummate prowess.