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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