Hi Syl, This has been languishing in the Acropolis for nearly 3 weeks so I thought I'd take your advise and move it over to Plato's Pearls. Hope you like it!
Larry
Sea Eagles
A paradox! Sea-scented beaches rise to where the clouds would break on granite spires encased in ice. That’s where the eagle flies to hunt. Its earnest glance in foaming gyres
of crashing waves reveals the food it seeks. Abundance, as upon the orchard bough, is gathered for the talons and the beaks of chicks. They nest where all the peaks soar now.
And of a certain time when all shall fledge, whether at dawn or in the dust and dark, their flight’s a path of gold from mountain’s ledge. To places of their own they all embark
where eagles reign and there’s no sign of men with fledglings growing when the snows begin.
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