If birds with identical plumage 🐦
Converge on the trembling trees 🌳
The Eagle is a sole exception
For it ranges alone in the sky,
A single feather of the Eagle
Frightens even the hunting hawk,
An eye that beholds the Eagle
Wishes itself a hopeful future
For a rare sight of beauty,
Let the eyes that perceive
See this gliding great eagle.
It's wings, swift pruned paddles
That cut the air with deft strokes,
This eagle like a shooting star
Has flashed across the horizon
Hazy with the bloody rays of pain
It turns on the verge of descent,
That Eagle Is Your Spirit.
