נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

The Eagle Poem*

The believers cut the tree
The beast cut the forest
No place for the eagle to nest
They're circling above the emptiness
No place for the eagle to rest
Evaporated as they turned around
They left the circle of The Earth
Clouds are the eagle's wing feathers
Its light feathers are the drops of rain.

November 18, 2011

*Affected by Native American Poetry