The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands
 Deformed from gripping the rock so tight
 Close to the sun in lonely lands
 But the wax never melts from his wings
 Ringed with the azure world he stands
 Emperor of the sky
 Lord of the ocean
 The very image of a king
 His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky
 And his innate pride to lead
 Suggest power
 Not modesty
 But he never kills without consuming
 And though he is always watchful of his surroundings
 As he skims the surface
 I suspect he doesn't realize the panic
 His shadow induces
 In the hearts of the creatures underneath
 The overflowing surge of relief
 They feel as he revisits
 His distinguished position on the cliff
 An immense wall of stone
 Taking the place of a diamond covered throne
 A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace
 To signify his status
 The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls
 Tiptoeing past the sentient
 Piercing eyes
 He watches from his mountain walls
 His mind once again boundless in flight
 And like a thunderbolt he falls
 Racing heart
 Never a doubt
 Or glance behind
 His outstretched feathers overwhelming the sky
 And his innate pride to lead
 Suggest power
 Not modesty
 But he never kills without consuming
 And though he is always watchful of his surroundings
 As he skims the surface
 I suspect he doesn't realize the panic
 His shadow induces
 In the hearts of the creatures underneath
 The overflowing surge of relief
 They feel as he revisits
 His distinguished position on the cliff
 An immense wall of stone
 Taking the place of a diamond covered throne
 A shining ocean instead of a glittering palace
 To signify his status
 Guided by instinct
 His conscience remains unburdened
 Never having to reflect within
 He focuses relentlessly on the outside world
 He manifests the answer to the oldest mystery
 The meaning of life
 Nothing more than just
 To live