Majestic Flight

MAJESTIC FLIGHT          WITH GRACEFUL TIPPING OF THE RIGHT WING,          THE SNOWY CROWN TURNS MY WAY,          UPON A BED OF BLUE HE SWAYS,          HE PREY SUDDENLY BEGINS TO SING.          MAYHAP HE TRILLS HIS SONG OF DEATH,          AS SHADOW FILLS THE CLOUDLESS SKY,          MEMORY EDGES IN , HE SEES HIS VICTIM'S BREATH,          THE HARE WILL SURELY DIE.          A SHRILL CRY LEAVES PEAK OPEN TO THIS INTENT,          PREVADING THE QUIET NOW LOST BELOW.          CLOAKING THEMSELVES FROM DEATH'S DESCENT,          THEY HUDDLE IN APRIL'S UNWELCOME SNOW.          FOOLISH CHILDREN OF NOBLE WOOD,           THERE IS NOT THAT YOU CAN DO.          THE HUNTER STALKS AS HE SHOULD,          FALLING HARD AND FAST FROM A BED OF BLUE.           NO TIME IS THER FOR THOUGHT NOR PAIN,          IT SPIRIT RISES FROM IT'S STEAMING MOUTH,          TALONS, GOLDEN AS THE EYES, HOLD THE EVENING'S GAIN.          AS WINGS TIPPED WITH WHITE TURN TOWARDS THE SOUTH.          ONCE MORE THE EAGLE HAS OBTAINED HIS GOAL,          HIS HUNGER IS NOW SUBSIDING,          AS HE FLIES ABOVE THE WOODED KNOLL,          HE FEELS HIS HUNTING DAYS DECLINING.          FOR MAN HAS CLAIMED ALL THE LAND,          AND NOW HE HAS INVADE THE SKY,          ALL FEATHERED BEAST ON ROCK AND SAND,          WHERE IS LEFT FOR YOU TO FLY ???? Written August 20th, 2001 © on Aug 20 2001 12:56 PM PST   0 • 13