The Mere
An eagle watching, from its windy tree top view.He eyes the glacial clear blue water below.A colorful fish the rainbow trout jumps askew.Spotting a splash, as the water returns to its glassy plateau. Springing from its limb the eagle becomes airborne.Flying by a waterfall,that is rushing like a thousand mustangs.Unleashing an eerie cry, as the cliffs echo a whistling morn,With the sun as a backdrop and for a second the winged shadow hangs, then the swooshing sound of air flows, by the speeding eagle’s ears.Diving into the mirrored lake, the eagle passes, by his own reflection.Bursting out of the water, carrying a rainbow in his gripping spears.A couple of powerful strokes he moves, in an upward direction, back to the perch, where he began his aerial hunt.Lighting in the distance strikes a peak and thunder follows.The eagle hastily tears and eats the reward from his stunt,as the sounds of nature reverberate across the hollows.
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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