Wings Afire

Cascades of

thermals captivate

my breath

I am alive to the seasons

and my babies

depending on me.

I rise exultant

the wind a friend

other fowl envious

as I take a gulp of air

begin descent

to fish below and

pierce the colour of day.

I strive to perfect my aim

past rocky ridges

a speeding missile

in the dawn of time

claws outstretched

from a muscle-packed

stick of feathers and

finally a menu of shadows-

Call me mother eagle.