There are very

Few of us

That wish to

Be clipped caged

Instead we seek

To soar on

Invisible thermals above

Peaks spying the

Smallest things possible

Below us and

Then as we

Swoop we see

Garantua bigger than

Us and cower

But we are

Eagles meant to

Command and take

Even with words

Be my prey

And read me

Let me soar

Come with me

Aloft up high