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
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