Skyline Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And on the beach today
I saw an eagle.
Was flying in from just above the waves.
And, when he saw me he
began to shout.
His voice was swelling with,
what seemed like pride.
Well, then I saw it:
He was with fish,
a big one, too.
Was dragging down his wings
some as he flew.

How strange how Mother Nature
would assume,
that fish would want -
before he goes for dinner,
go for a ride
like birds
up in the sky!

He must have been a godforsaken sinner.