I love watching the parents switch off for the night shift. It's snowed a few nights ago and a light layer of powder dusted the eagle's protective back. Tonight, Dad made a small pillow of nest "fluff" to support his head as he slumbered.
In the night
I rest from flight,
and dream of eagle things;
of shining fish,
of winds that lift,
and young ones under wing.
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