Lone eagle soars
Half hidden from view
Grey clouds as rumpled, damp and tossed
As the bedclothes after a 37 minute moment
Lone eagle soars
Dis and re
Appearing
I wonder if eagles experience loneliness
Do they find contentment in solitude?
What are the passions that rule their eaglehearts?
Predation, the hunting drive must be one
But their method seems so desultory
Passionless
Simply soaring playfully, at best
Yet when the prey is zeroed in
The dive begins
Talons extend
And while I’ve never heard them cry
They must, at times, call out in glee
As they strike and take a life
Fins, feathers, fur
It hardly matters
It’s all fuel for the wing
David Trudel © 2012
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I just love this one David! Reminds me of a few years back I would sit on my balcony in Washington and watch the eagles sore from the trees over the lake in our backyard. Every morning I would sit out there and watch them. There was a mother and father and two baby eagles. They would fly in play and swoop down and catch fish. It was breathtaking really.
Thanks – yes, they are wonderful to observe. We used to have a nesting pair in the park behind my place but they moved this year to the next hilltop. There are lots of eagles around the region at this time of the year, feasting on salmon.