The Eagle

A lonely eagle flying high surveys the earth below,

And silhouetted 'gainst the sun, he's just a speck to most.

But from the sky he sees the world, its happiness and woe,

And to a load of thoughts and feelings he too is a host.

He watches as a pair of dolphins frolic in the sea

And leaping through the water in each other's company.

A matching pair of butterflies flit nonchalantly past

And never let the space between them grow a bit too vast.

Amid the trees a doe is nestling, calm, upon her knees

And guarded by her loving stag, watchful of enemies.

Two swans glide gracefully across a lake, sharing one mind,

and bind them together with their necks strongly entwined.

Oh look! The eagle spots a mate (maybe she'll be the one),

And starts to change his course of flight so he may catch her eye.

But he had scarcely made a move when someone else flew by

And wooed her by some other other means - her heart he soon had won.

The eagle took wing overhead, above our house this morn,

And went unseen by many here, but not ignored be me.

It seemed to me that like the eagle, some are thusly born

And destined to be solitary ... some, perhaps, like me.