The Eagle and the Crows
Raucous excitement from nearby trees
Draws my attention from pages
Filled with dragons and warriors
To watch a struggle of modern dragons.
A bald eagle has flown too near a nesting tree
And like angry giant black hornets
The raspy voiced throng swirls up to attack
Coming, as if summoned, from trees blocks away.
Its talons empty, the eagle has done no harm,
But the wrath it arouses bespeaks a legacy of enmity
That crows, well versed by their heredity,
Find provocation enough.
This day no young crow will feed an eaglet,
The outnumbered eagle makes its escape.
Easier prey will need to be found
For its young one not to go hungry today.
© 2008 Michael Yanega
22 Aug 2008