The Eagle

The flash of the yellow eyes, the snap of the beak

Seizes it, writhing in its beak, still alive, then

Squelch, the vessels and guts burst, still throbbing

Showering the innocents below with disgust

Then, the eagle returns to its haunt, sets down its feet

Amidst the pummeling torrents of rain and sleet

It eats like a King, all alone, without his court,

Taking up his place for the night

As the sun peeks over the horizon, waking 

To see what mischief the moon had been making

The eagle awakens, escaping its eyrie

Gliding into the sunset, for the everlasting light

The sky is a blanket, enveloping us all over

The sun and the moon are life’s drovers

The sea is an endless spring, providing for humanity

The land, an everlasting canvas for imagination

The stars engage in their celestial waltz

Life and death, engaged in their everlasting deadlock

Nature is what maintains the order and peace

And nature is a mother caring for her offspring.