Eagles in Washington

Eagles glide
On a regular basis
Just over my cabin

Maybe the residents
Of this sleepy little coastal town
Get used to them

But I never could
Think of them as just being
An ordinary fixture
Of the landscape

There was a pair today
In a tree
And then they were gone

Had things to do I suppose
But no particular time frame
In which to do it

I'm suppose to be recording music
For my next nature documentary
But I haven't been very productive

I feel a strong urge
To have something to show
For my time and reason
For being here

But all I want to do
Is sit on the bluff

And soar with the Eagles

Photo and poem by Chris Korrow