An Orchestra of Shadows
As the dawn began to die and light spread across the valley,
a solitary eagle took flight.
It's wings contorted the crisp cool morning air as it climbed into the calm blue.
Along the valley floor vermin cried out, scurrying from the eagleâ€™s shadow.
Into their knolls & holes they dove.
A melody of frantic fear and flight plays across the dayâ€™s light.
Then, as if a conductor had suddenly sliced the air, the eagleâ€™s orchestrated performance is silenced.
A note of nothing hangs on and echoes through the break in day.
While others tuck tail and ear, he stands tall.
He is exposed amid rock and dirt,
His arms are raised, and he is casting a long and defiant shadow.