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Eagles Are Waiting


I watch the white-crowned symbols of distinction

They sit in royal style ‘midst towering pines

Perched majestically

Each upon a swaying branch, whispering in code

Suddenly, they all agree to fly across the sunlit bay

Circling around, eyeing each other

After brief foray through the bright blue sky, they re-appear

Settling down upon another moving limb

Laughing, at us below.

We watch with curious awe and wonder

We are told, they are waiting for the salmon to arrive


Joyce Newell Sundheim


Eagles Roost
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