WHERE YOUNG EAGLES WAIT

Posted on April 28, 2018 by | 3 Comments

 

 

There is no escape for weeks
looking down on a small world
beneath a thatch of twigs—

no way to hide from sun, storm
or crow until the leaves come
to wait for shadows out of the blue

heavens with or for a meal—
no guarantees that what they see
is good or bad, just real.

 

 

Robbin and I had the luxury of looking at cows and calves in our upper country yesterday when she spotted this Golden Eagles’ nest.

 

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3 responses to “WHERE YOUNG EAGLES WAIT”

  1. Sophie Britten | April 28, 2018 at 8:39 am | Reply

    Great photo, John! Love the verse as well. Our baldies are thriving on Dry Creek!

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  2. Sophie | April 28, 2018 at 8:40 am | Reply

    Oops! not baldies but Goldens! All good.

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  3. sustainabilitea | April 28, 2018 at 9:45 am | Reply

    Well spotted, John!

    janet

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