The eagle

by poetrydiary

An eagle,
dark against clear sky.

Slow seeking seeing sensing slides,
twists and glides –
high –
through naked shrinking hills,
seeks,
with one purposed swing of silent wings
and glint of gold against the blue,
tension-spilled –
falls, brings
sudden death –
fresh
kills.

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There were many eagles and griffon vultures near where we stayed in the Picos de Europa.