Ode To A Juvenile Bald Eagle I Saw Perched By The SeaBus Terminal Friday Morning
O little Bald Eagle
(Well, not that little, you might have been three feet long)
I saw you from the escalator as I exited the train
Just sitting there, huddled against the rain
Quietly looking around
At everything and nothing
(Well, not that little, you might have been three feet long)
I saw you from the escalator as I exited the train
Just sitting there, huddled against the rain
Quietly looking around
At everything and nothing
I wasn’t even sure what species you were at first
Since your plumage was dark brown with
A few white spots around the head and back
But the only big raptors around here are Bald Eagles
And seagulls for instance take a year or more to grow their adult colours
So it was a pretty safe bet
Later I googled “juvenile bald eagle” and there you were
Since your plumage was dark brown with
A few white spots around the head and back
But the only big raptors around here are Bald Eagles
And seagulls for instance take a year or more to grow their adult colours
So it was a pretty safe bet
Later I googled “juvenile bald eagle” and there you were
Your beak so sharp, your eyes so bright
Elegant lethal beauty
Grace and power I can only dream of
Even if I could have gotten closer I wouldn’t have dared
Afraid you’d fly away
(And, just a little bit, afraid you’d attack me)
Elegant lethal beauty
Grace and power I can only dream of
Even if I could have gotten closer I wouldn’t have dared
Afraid you’d fly away
(And, just a little bit, afraid you’d attack me)
No one else looked at you
A vision for my eyes only
A special gift
A vision for my eyes only
A special gift
I was glad
I paid attention
