The gorgeous red-winged eagle
Soared high above the massive world,
Looking for anything edible
In a heartless forest.
It landed on the highest perch
Of an old hardwood tree,
Its bead-like eyes narrowed
As it sought its next prey.
It focused in on a tiny squirrel,
An inconsequential being
Amidst a substantial existence,
Nearly invisible in the expansive forest.
The intimidating eagle spread its great wings,
And with one mighty swoop,
Caught the squirrel in its sharp cutting beak.
The triumphant bird returned to its home,
Pride swelling in its heart
As it dropped the food
In front of her tiny child.
Even eagles have soft spots.