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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

How Rude the Eagle

A blue sky above

a yellow checked tablecloth

where Mother sits to face the creek

for breakfast

above

a bald eagle makes circles

above the eastern slope

of Norris Peak


when the sun is right

we see the flash of white

from its tail and head


first several circles one way

then several in the opposite direction

a quick turn away to the north

to seek some other space

where it can't be seen

by an old woman in her wheelchair

and her son who nears 60

who both dream of such freedom

she from her age and many infirmities

and me from daily chores

that make the knee and back

feel like they've broken


when mother asks if the eagle

would like to use her handkerchief

and have a piece of her granola bar


And all I can think about is a snot-nosed

American bald eagle

about to munch on a whitetail carcass

and needing to wipe it's bloody beak

on mother's handkerchief

No Quaker Oats granola bars for thee or me


The nerve of that bird

when it's got all those flags

that flap in the breeze

just ready for eagle boogers

red white and blue



Copyright © 2011 by Barry G. Wick

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