Ruler of the Wind

Eagle Sleeps

Low on horizon full moon sends

swirl of sparks along the waves.

An eagle sleeps in tall pine

digesting recent meal.

Light sifts softly through

dark green needles;

creates a rich landscape,

otherworldly and imaginative,

where new life forms could arise

and unexpected changes may occur.

Lainie Senechal

This poem was a winning entry in the Eagle Festival Poetry Contest, Joppa Flats Education Center, Newburyport, MA