Eagle’s Feathers
Winged watcher; a hunter of prey
Restless spirit on a sunless day
While the world is mired in decay
I soar toward the Sun; that’s my way
With eyes of flame, I view the sky
My wings stretched and head held high
On lifting winds, currents I fly
Feathers of silver; eyes of gold
Head white, ancient and old
My spirit fierce; forever bold
I leave bloodied feathers in my wake
Nature in my shadow trembles and quakes
The mountains rumble and Earth shakes
Echoing my quivering heart’s ache
A warrior picks two feathers; adorns his head
In the Sunlight they glisten red
Where I lie, cold and dead
My blood an offering to the gods was shed
My feathers now are symbol of the brave
Majestic and tall; they adorn my grave
The warrior still wears the gift I gave
With my dying breath; to heal and save
I am the Eagle; my gift is a feather
A symbol of love that binds us together
Through life’s struggles and stormy weathers
Our eternal bond will never break, never
Maxwell O’Reilly
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