Eagles Death Dive

Come to see the Eagles Nest so I could feel One more time that wondrous spiritual ordeal Longing to see the Eagle pair soar so high Against the paleness of the brightest sky Ever upwards they go near out of sight Join their claws and with all their might Becoming one that moment in time Their feathered bodies move souly entwined They Plummet towards Earth and not very slow A downward spiral there they will go Speeding heads down like a flash of light Spinning ever faster and diving while they unite Just when you think they're going to crash And on the ground leave all of their trash They split back into two and lift away To do it all over again on another day Note: This is how wild Eagles mate. It is called the Death Dive. I have been fortunate to see this once in my lifetime. An awesome sight to behold! I am on a vision quest to experience this again and have been stalking an Eagle pairs nest at Yellow Dog on Sabine River close to where I live on TX. Day before yesterday I took a trip there when this poem was inspired. Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson Written by 2/2/2010