Majestically you soar in the sky
You nest in tree-tops or mountains high.
So solitary in your pride
High on the air currents you do fly.
Poignant eyes do spot a movement,
In the fields far below!
With lightening speed you reach the ground
Snatching your prey with skill profound.
So perfect is your chiseled form
As if a god was transformed
Some supernatural being cursed
To strike awe and wonder in all!
Himanshu Bhandari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eagle-22/
