Ode To The Eagle.
In mid-heaven's world, between earth and sky,
by Fay Slimm
The life we call Eagle is high-gliding by.
Hollow bones, honed to perfection in flight
On winged journey skyward, with eagle-sharp sight.
What see you this morning, my full-feathered friend?
What life in the meadow do you need to end?
The start of your dive leaves me breathless. I fear
Nothing small will escape, with your talons so near.
Soft furry creatures freeze still, with alarm.
So your hunt runs successfully, then you are gone.
Nature, fearfully potent, has skilfully brought
To dynamic precision the Eagle it's wrought.