Glory of the Skies
What does the eagle see?
Not his white head
and yellow beak.
Not his proud eyes
or expansive size.
He sees the world below
and those who dwell
far beneath
mouse, squirrel and fish.
He soars above
Fields, forest, and estuary.
He sees you and me,
but keeps his distance.
He flies among the clouds,
soaring with the currents
beneath his wing,
building nests in the tops of trees by
creeks, lakes and rivers.
No, the eagle does not see
the sun’s incandescence
in his white tail
it only knows the power
of its huge talons
as it grasps its mated pair,
tumbling through the air
in the glory of the skies.