…and she’s still waiting.

Looking still at it; there lies in her baby

Calm and silent

She’s waiting; scared.

Sitting on the top of the world, soaring-

Deep in the abyss of thoughts, she fears.

Looking up at the near sky, she begs

Mercy…

Her deeds, her cruel deeds, she admits:

“But death, sometimes, is the need for life”

She again looks at it, it’s silent.

Waiting for it to be hatched;

But suddenly-

She swoops down to fetch

Lunch; prey-

For herself and for the young eaglet:

If comes…