The first time I heard the calling,
was when I looked up at the sky that morning.
How many times I looked up and saw the birds leaving,
and sometimes I’d just look out the window and start daydreaming…
I’d catch myself when they both made eights or circles,
and then wondered if they were eagles or buzzards.
Some days, I still catch them surfing the wind
just before the storm begins…
My god, what a gracious creation,
but to get them on that day is such an inspiration.
When I see their wings spread,
and just how elegantly by the wind they’re led…
And when the sun goes down, they glow,
almost like a golden eagle, you know…
I can’t help comparing them to the native American eagle spirit.
Often, we catch each other from the window when they visit.
The crows watch them surfing solo,
While I spot their red streaks from down below.
8 December 2018
T. Dench Patel