The Eagle

As the sky began to change,
from afternoon to night.
I noticed a lonely eagle,
passing along in flight.

He was barely visible,
with sunset at his back.
Looking like a silhouette,
Done totally in black.

Then a ray of sunlight,
glistened off his beak.
While though I felt excited,
I had no words to speak.

He circled quite awhile,
above me in the sky.
I guess I didn’t notice,
that a tear ran from my eye.

To soon the night did come,
and the eagle went on his way.
Yet I knew that I had seen,
what freedom was that day.

Tags: Eagles, Freedom, Nature Poetry, Poetry

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