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