The Eagle Watches

A lone shape sits high

on an overhanging branch

hunts alone

Spread before his dark outline

he sees a crispy white winter morning


The writer receives a true gift

catches a vision of the eagle

the solitary hunter

high on a pulpit

Like a Sunday morning preacher

the proud Eagle projects more than


transmits a warm feeling

emanates a confidence

for an immeasurable moment

all is right with the world