saw a bald eagle on my
way home Emerson would have been
proud clung powerfully to an upper branch white
head against blue sun
warming shoulders where wings fold in and around
built to see
and soar
and dive
to grapple
and climb
rodents and fish helpless in her grasp
talons tight as she ascends
no mercy
on my way home saw a
bald eagle
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