|
Shadows of Eagles
Shadows of eagles cross my path
and like a field mouse, I freeze
waiting for the rush of wind-torn feather;
the grasp of talons on my back.
Still they wheel about me.
I know the way I must follow,
I can see what I must do,
My road stretches before me
straight and clear and true.
But shadows of eagles cross my path
and I cannot move.
|
