Eagle
Soaring on the updrafts
From the canyon far below
My silhouette is made a shadow
by the evening sun’s red glow.
Between heaven and earth suspended
I hover in the sky
My eyes searching intently
as my dinner scurries by.
I pitch myself into a dive
My talons slash and kill
Hunting from the evening sky
Has never lost its thrill
poem by John F. McCullagh
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