To a Bald Eagle

1. Through salt’s spray, on Acadia’s Isle, you I see A proud vision perched on the far tree So remote, your features I can barely discern Until your ivory head does slowly turn Stacking lenses so your visage I may reach From afar, ironbound shore has no beach My heart sings at your distant majesty From our boat, perfection you are to me 2. By the garbage near the john on the Homer Spit Your life a matter of raw sinew and grit On the lamppost you perch, dirty claws Fighting for scraps to ravens’ dirty caws Part Oscar the Grouch, part national symbol There is no high perch in this life humble Now just a pretty bird, who’d have guessed it Proximity would make you less majestic? © by Author 7/17/16 For contest: To A… Sponsor: David Lindsay