Flight

Watching the eagle soar, 
  on its morning hunt over the lake
Rousing every bird from every nest,
  not here, pay attention to me
They cry in distraction,
  sight is set on something else 
As it soars on, rounding
  gliding, easy and twirling 
A dancing of currents and wind
  perfectly balanced and attuned 
To every change gliding
  now flapping, a shadow in the distance
All in the searching eye
  gazed to take in wonder
To know the world and the lake
  to see in its self where it will blow
Like the dance of life
  in an endless sky of possibility
All going towards its own goal
  knowing within how to turn