An Eagle's Morning Flight

    My nest sits high in the highest tree.

    I drop off the edge to gain speed
    as I open my great wings
    to gulp up the air's liquid strength.

    I climb above the trees and crows.
    I flow over field and stream.

    Below I spot a brother, a hawk,
    above a wisp of dust on the ground.
    An updraft!
    I don't have to find my own today.

    I stretch out my wings
    and soar in his direction.

    Now there, I lift my right trailing wing feathers
    ever so slightly
    and roll right into a great circle.

    Around   and around   and around
    the shaft of wind carries me
    UP    UP    UP.

    What a great summer day!

© 1998-2002 Mike Metras,