Tuesday, 22 May 2012

The Eagle Has Landed

On high
It soars
Wings glisten
Talons sharp
Eyes bright
Ears listen

Prey found
It swoops
And raids
Near miss
It climbs
Sun fades

A crack
A scream
It falls
Crashes to earth
Trophy mounted
In tribal halls

Carcass stripped
Plumage paraded
Secrets to reveal
Tribesmen rejoice
Families mourn
Wounds never to heal

© Fergus Martin