A Poem For An Eagle - Poem by Terry Dawson
Wildest of all the wild things
Is the king of the hunting birds.
Wild-one that to the wilderness clings
Where the olden ways are preferred.
When mankind comes and with him brings
His dogs and flocks and herds,
A disquiet comes upon this king
As though misstep's occurred...
And at such coming spread his wings
For wilds undisturbed.
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