The Eagle

Walking the rocky shore Cold wind from the Baltic Sea washes over me On a rocky outcrop she sits Mysterious black, white crowned head The Eagle watches me Follows me as I search among shoals Calls to me as I Hunt through blueberries and arctic orchids Day after day she comes to see what I have found We have become friends Talking to each other as the sea rolls nearby I tell her my time to leave is soon I tell her I will miss her company Suddenly, she flies over my head and … With a final call offers me a gift A gift unbidden, un-expected, All the more precious A gift to remember … The Eagle who followed me