Thursday, June 3, 2021

NASA Eagles Nest (Susan Hansen), Sonnet #566


 










Near Canaveral the eagles’ nest 

Was built years before the sycamore died.

They still return to it each year to rest,

To rebuild, to mate, to give birth, to guide

Their fledglings in the raptor’s arts of flight

And fishing on the wing — claws clutched tight

On a meal devoured in a single bite.

When the rockets go up and out of sight

Is their world momentarily destroyed

By shuddering air and splintering light,

Or are they only mildly annoyed?

It takes five years for eagles to mature.

Each abandons its parents first, unsure,

Alone, wary of rockets and the future.


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