Eagle

Poetry

I saw you launch yourself, and

Swooping over the Burger King,

Dive down towards the Jackson

Focused on your prey.

I swerved to keep my prey, your

Flashing plumes and regal crown

In sight. I lost control. I heard the

Music of the rumble strip.

You made me look up, and nearly

Killed me with your electric presence.

Even in a world of French Fries,

Thunderbird epiphany!