Raptor
One morning an eagle flew out from the fog
And crossed my window pane
Splitting the view between treetops and sky
And then disappearing into the wings
Into sight unseen
I was rapt…I was her mark
It was my fog that held her aloft
And that lifted in her absence
Not to be earthbound
But ripped loose by talons seeking life
To bring death into life again
The soaring peal of a tailwind
Resonating the divide
Between treetops and sky
Freeing the spirit like so much fog
© H. Hennenburg, 6 October 2019
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This is gorgeous……..I lifted right up, along with the eagle, saw the fierce talons…….the fog………..
Thank you, Sherry! I started my day with this beautiful bald eagle flying passed my window, and I knew s/he had to become a poem.
What a sigh to behold! And some poems are gifted, indeed. Beautiful!
Thank you, Khaya! And thanks to that beautiful Eagle who gave me a fly-by!