The day’s last rays shone over the mountain,
Warming my face as I take in the surrounding.
Orange to red, purple to blue,
The mythical sky embraced every hue.
Then from the ridge soared a great Bald White Eagle,
Perching on a close branch, exalted and regal.
Fear struck my heart, for I have invaded.
Her sacred home I have desecrated.
The sun slowly waned, as we sat eyes locked.
I dare not move; all exits were blocked.
She turned her head and watched the sun set,
And suddenly her presence was no longer a threat.
The fear slowly recessed,
As we both took in the beauty of the west.
For just like me,
She only needed company.