Two Rare Eagles
A poem about two bald eagles I spotted in the same summer: one alive, one dead.
By Maddy NewtPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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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Maddy Newt
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