An Eagle

Stopped by and rested on the great silver maple in the backyard.

Next to it was a dead bird.

It came to see the pups chase rabbits. Life is war for the rabbits but for the eagle

It’s a sky dance and meat snacks

“You’ll have to let a dream die to achieve another,” says the eagle. I nod.

The crows are mad. They cry and swoop about. But the Eagle doesn’t care. The pups are too stupid to look up.

I stand with a pitch fork, guarding the pups

The eagle swoops up and goes to the neighbors massive pine

To eat the heart of the dead bird

To eat the heart of a dead dream

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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