Eagle Flight

Majestic eagle flying North at sunrise

Glint of white tail and head as she flies

The sun warming her right wing

Every bright morning the same thing

To her hunting grounds she goes

Why there, how is it that she knows

Is it from mothers-to-daughters they learn

But then which intellect was first to discern

Was a discovery of accident or intent

And a message through generations sent

As with all things, beginnings must have a start

The eagle flies majestic bringing thrill to the heart