As the eagle soared <br />sharp eyes observed <br />life itself, as it moved <br />under cover of leaves, <br />between blades of grass <br />button eyes peeking <br />from freshly dug holes. <br /> <br />Such routine, yet it was, <br />in its own way, new each day. <br />And he enjoyed nothing more <br />than a descent at 300 k's, <br />the rush of high speed, <br />alert pupils, dried by wind, <br />talons, confidently stretched. <br /> <br />Yes, it was a pleasant existence, <br />so far above human dignity.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eagle-eyes-2/
