EAGLE
RISING
The eagle in this poem is the
Australian wedge-tailed eagle (Aquila audax). Its tail
is actually more of a v shape and it is one of the largest flying
birds in the world. Seeing them rise and soar is quite a sight with
their wingspan being between 6 feet to 7 feet 5 inches.
EAGLE RISING
Look there!
Upon that dead,
decapitated tree trunk, bare
in contrast with the sunlit spread
of greenness after recent rain,
hunches
a huge, dark bird-
too massive for a melancholy crow,
this holds an eagle attitude.
It sees me, launches free,
lays wide wings on the spiral of the air
and circles upwards with an easy care,
eyes scanning. Long feathers on wings’ ends
like fingers feel sky breath.
A solitary peewee chases,
crying for its death.
It pays it no mind, for that is dwarfed,
and even flapping fiercely falls behind.
At home on the highways of the winds,
it rides the unseen, rising path.
Still poised so true,
it dwindles
into its far, unfeatured,
fenceless
pastures of the blue.
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