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Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my
rest)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the
dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space
together,
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce,
gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass
tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight
downward falling,
'Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a
moment's lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then
parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their
separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.
Submitted by Elizabeth Curry
Added: 20 May 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 12:12 PM | Viewed: 6059 times
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