The Eagle (by James Gates Percival)
Bird of the broad and sweeping wing
Thy home is high in heaven,
Where wide the storms their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are driven.
Thy throne is on the mountain top;
Thy fields---the boundless air;
And hoary peaks that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings are.
This is how I imagine him this AM...circling our cove, looking for his breakfast
"My prey I seek with piercing eye,
grasp with talon strong.
Then lift into the endless sky
to sing my victory song."
"With an eye that fires, and a spell that charms " (James Gates Percival)