Blue

Blue with Purple

The great expanse of the blue oversees everything,

even the highest mountains are subject to the blue,

as they stretch upward, in the morning haze.

The smallest ant forages,

hoarding for bad times, under the watchful eye,

of the blue.

The eagle soars, feeling the blue everywhere,

enjoying it,

lifted up, strengthened and encouraged,

only coming back down for food and rest.

And humans?

Mostly we ignore the blue,

unless we can capture it for ourselves.

I’d rather be an eagle,

but never the ant,

help me to live in the pastel.

from UltraLinx
from UltraLinx

 

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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The Eagle

Bald Eagle Soaring

This beautiful creature does not make war,

a symbol? I love my country

but there is not one war like bone in his body.

He simply hunts for food to eat,

and to provide for his family.

H’mm, maybe we should adopt his view of life,

or find a different mascot.

Ever heard of an eagle killing a human?

never,

no war, just hunting.

A beautiful creation.

Black Eagle

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Osprey

Osprey and Fish

Winged power folded, patient,

waiting, for the next hunt,

then strength launching, flying higher,

circling, surveying the water,

soaring, measuring, calculating,

estimating, distance from the target

when the time is right –

the dive!

A missile propelling downward,

one hundred miles an hour,

extending talons, piercing the water,

grasping the target, and pulling up,

all at the same time.

The majesty of the hunter,

created to be – the fish hawk.

Osprey Side View

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree