Two Rare Eagles
A poem about two bald eagles I spotted in the same summer: one alive, one dead.
A massive bird dove down to the water,
wings outstretched, talons taut;
he caught the bass in one fell swoop
and alighted on a branch, hungry and hot.
A second bird dove down to the water,
feathers wind blown, eyes transfixed;
the sharp hooks pierced straight through his feet
as the fishing lure anchored him and he drowned at the surface.
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Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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Comments (2)
That's very sad! They're majestic birds but is their call ever wimpy; sounds like a mouse yelling into a stiff breeze doesn't it?
Aw, such a sad ending. I really love a good sad ending. I’m also one to take pictures of decomposing animals… not sure why I’m morbidly fascinated. Lol In the area where I’m from, the Bald Eagle can be observed in numbers. I guess I’m blessed to have grown up in a sight seeing spot.