Herbert Nehrlich - Eagle Eyes

As the eagle soared
sharp eyes observed
life itself, as it moved
under cover of leaves,
between blades of grass
button eyes peeking
from freshly dug holes.

Such routine, yet it was,
in its own way, new each day.
And he enjoyed nothing more
than a descent at 300 k's,
the rush of high speed,
alert pupils, dried by wind,
talons, confidently stretched.

Yes, it was a pleasant existence,
so far above human dignity.

Herbert Nehrlich

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