watch
            as carob cuts clouds
            parting for the eagle 
            approaching the summit,

                        wings weather 
                        the accruing chill 
                        with apathetic familiarity, 

                                                eyes, rimmed gold,
                                                reflecting azure sky,
                                                combat the sun’s ferocity,

                                                                        it ascends the tips
                                                                        of mountain peaks, 
                                                                        plunges, becomes a cold, 
                                                                                                    whispering 
                                                                                    streak, 

                                                its corded body crumples 
                                                against the canopy of trees, 
                                                beak upturned,

                        submits to its last voyage,
                        plummet paints the path 
                        for its approach to
another summit.