My Eyrie

The Sea Eagle.

Photo by Ramlee Ibrahim on Unsplash

Needles of light pierce the pre-morning sky
My eagle eye opens from my eyrie on high.
The flush of the dawn paints the soft, dappled bay.
While I survey my realm and consider my prey.

Below the mottled surface, the silverfish run
Their sleek, fast bodies flash in the sun.
With my chick to feed and stomach to fill
I size up the position in the cool morning chill.

Majestically, I launch myself from my nest.
And soar in the sea breeze with rapturous zest.
My eagle eyes narrow as I watch my quarry.
Sparkling neath the waves my first-morning glory.

I first hover above, and my graceful wings shimmer.
Whilst the fish is illuminated in a rainbow-like glimmer
Then I fall into the water at breathtaking speed.
With my talons, they were extended to clutch up my feed.

With the fish in my claws, my mighty wings beat.
To gain height and return to my chick and to eat.
Below spread the waters of the jewelled Jervis Bay
In my kingdom, I rule at night and each day.

©

David Rudder
2024

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