a poem in my pocket

i’ve witnessed an

eagle’s presence,

intent, immovable

eyes keen for detail

to build sturdy nest

rule over his domain

with faithful mate

train their young

push out of nest

let go in flight

i’ve watched him

dive determined

for a fish; swoop

over quiet water

to swiftly, deftly

bring it up with

quick strong talons

but he’s most regal

when he soars upon

wind under wings!

—-for Dad