Raptors

A paintbrush of blue sky above us
The greenest of greens all around
Balaton Lake’s natural beauty
A storm coming bringing the sound
Of the gods in the clouds with their great drums
The wind scything up Through the reeds
Rain causing mini explosions to burst
One little eagle unable to fly
Falls and bleeds

A victim so many sweet victims
Lost to the anger of night
Brazenly blustering this way and that
Thinking back why was this right?
What has that eagle really ever done
To die in such squalor and pain
Blown from the eerie out into the sky
The angels of death seem insane

Hurled in a flustered state
Down to the lake
And washed Through its watery grave
Alone in that maelstrom did
Take umbrage to
Nobody put there to save
So into the waters below the great tree
Whilst his brother was still safely
Stashed on the nest

Paradise lost in that moment
One little soul left to be
Facing the quest of the moment
And,soon would be flying free
The vastness the enormousness
The abundance
Transcending the spirit of time
The first leap of faith took its young breath away
And into the thermals did climb

Pumping and jumping and feeling and reeling
The life force creating the way
Flapping and gliding and hovering and riding
The chemistry working to play
Out to the heavens above us
Down to the great lakes below
Out to the fields of brown cattle
That roll in the grasses and grow

Bigger by day on all that rich grass
Few see the eagle that rose
Out of the tree tops to make its first flight
And pounce on some fish that did pose
Near the surface where sunlight did quickly
Deliver a blow from the sky
The eagle had not only landed
But its talons tied up with its eye
Brought about the true success here
And the chubb in the river would die
much death dolled out to so many people
And all of it seemingly unnecessary
And drawing from me the word WHY?