Two Fish Eagles circle.

Circling, high; in tighter circles

slow ;

then faster,

without so much as a flap of the huge wings,

two fish Eagles flew by,

one called that beautiful cry,

which went through me,

anchored me to the spot,

I lame, heart-sore,

standing on hard  unforgiving tar,

them flying free,

calling each other,

looking for food for their family,

and I’m left wondering;

who is luckier!

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