The Eagle and I

Driving to Sperryville today
to score more raw honey
for the pantry
wipers squeaking maddeningly
on this drear winter day
I met an eagle along the way
perched midway up a small
dead tree looking decidedly
indignant
Crestfallen
not to be soaring high
through a clear blue sky
and for a moment we
were the same
He and I

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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