18 thoughts on “eagle, hunting

  1. can one say “beautiful” but still side with the prey – with the small things that the predator swoops on in a celebration of strength, guile, stealth, swiftness and patience?

  2. The last two stanzas seem to circle the way I have noticed hawks and eagles circle. It is funny, but it is a hawk that I saw in my mind while reading this even though your poem reminded me of Tennyson’s “The Eagle”:

    He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
    Close to the sun in lonely lands,
    Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

    The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
    He watches from his mountain walls,
    And like a thunderbolt he falls.

    • The inspiration for this was seeing the bald eagle (well, one of our pair) soaring and gliding the thermals, but then s/he dropped low, and I was enthralled with the shadow was that was coasting and gliding on the ground–it was almost as if the shadow was hunting, and not the bird. Love the Tennyson poem :)

        • It was stunning. I have never seen that before–I guess you need to have a really large bird of prey to throw one that magical and menacing. Interestingly enough, just this morning, I just read the section in Becoming Animal (which I got at your suggestion–loving it and thanks for suggesting it, BTW) where he discusses shadows as being part of us. Remembering the eagle’s shadow from the day before really brought this home to me.

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