Eagle

An Eagle circles
I know it well
Six years
It has lived here
In the trees
On its nest
With its mate
With its young
Calling to us
From its maker
Letting us know
There’s nothing personal
In its flight or perching
In its fishing or calling
It is just an eagle
Half as dangerous
As we can be
Still, it reminds me
I am mortal
Just unnoticed
On this precious land