I saw
the eagle fly
a black spot riffed
upon the colour
blue
around
around once
she went
around again
a wider arc
this time
high as . . .
the sun is high
I close my eyes
against the brightness
of that light
a black spots
the eagle flies
I feel her wings
drifting
across the world
in my mind’s
eye
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It’s remarkable to watch an eagle in the air. Still distressed from learning of the ongoing mass slaughter of the birds over here.
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What have I missed?
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I’ve been thinking of eagles because of a recently reported slaughter – 76 eagles and a number of other raptors. Happens a lot, it seems.
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That’s awful
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They have a bad reputation with some farmers. I suspect it dates back to the 1800s, actually. Vendettas against them seem to be almost pathological and difficult to prove in a court of law,.
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