Sea Eagle

In a quiet moment

Between classes

I look out the window

Of my 5^th storey classroom

And see a sea eagle

Circling.

Not effortless; rather,

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A spring wound up.

A poised potential that

Could release itself at any

Time to plunge into the

Tree canopy below.

...

I’m reminded of

A moment in childhood.

Looking out the window

Of the family car.

Speed and dust and the

Momentum of passing trees.

Beside the road

A rabbit came into view

And, in the same moment,

A Wedge Tail, glorious
And terrifying,

Plunged into the frame.

What I saw

Was like a photograph:

Rabbit,

Eagle,

Framed by a window.

Gone.

...

I wonder, now as I watch 

This new bird circling, 

What he sees?

Is his world just a rhythm

Of trees punctuated by 

Irregular kills?

Or, occasionally,
Does he look
Through windows

And catch glimpses
Of something profound
and glorious?