Author: Paul Friel
Image: Regal Bearing (here)
I had always wanted to relate the experience. It happened quite suddenly.
I never would have thought it could happen in front of my eyes.
Hank's grandy pointed to the sky. Hank had seen it on YouTube but not
in real life. It was a slow glide first in large circles. Then progressively
moving towards the centre. It was poetry in motion.
Some others stopped and looked up too. Suddenly, it seemed to stop in mid-air.
Some fowls on the ground scurried making strange noises. In a split second,
it swooped down barely 40 feet away and up with a struggling chicken, not
a chick gripped at its feet. It was a real privilege to witness. It was no larger
than the chicken itself but flew away with ease.
Eagle Nest of old
Pride of place national bird
Up high in the sky
Frank's at d'Verse- Haibun Monday - eagle