"He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls."
The Eagle
Tennyson
This eagle was was far from crags and oceans, actually it was
asleep in a pasture when we first saw it. Once I started siddling
up it gave me the fish eye. Then a huge flock of hundreds of starlings
appeared they did not mob it they just watched but the eagle had seen
enough and flew away.
"No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand
still.
The forest knows Where you are.
You must let it find you."
from Lost
By Mary Oliver
