The Eagle

The shadow loomed large and swift over the grassy mountain meadow. Marmot and hare, mouse and mink all scurried to the cover of rocks and woods. Could there be any escape from the eagle? It soared above the trees, above the hills, and above the meadow with hardly a flap of its wings. As if by sheer strength, its presence cut through the atmosphere like a sure and steady knife. The white head gleamed in the sun, steering its seven-foot wingspan with unerring grace. Those same wings that carried...