Eagle near Yukon Border, Alaska
Soar, Hawk, circle round. Where are you bound In your lazy flight? Do you, like us, Seek a new height Of understanding? Or are you less demanding, Content with the joy of passage Over a world of mere humankind? I once envied you your soaring grace And feeling clumsy Wished to take your place. Then God walked by And put His hand on my shoulder; So we wandered off To sit on a rock in the sun.