Walking the rocky shore
Cold wind from the Baltic Sea washes over me
On a rocky outcrop she sits
Mysterious black, white crowned head
The Eagle watches me
Follows me as I search among shoals
Calls to me as I
Hunt through blueberries and arctic orchids
Day after day she comes to see what I have found
We have become friends
Talking to each other as the sea rolls nearby
I tell her my time to leave is soon
I tell her I will miss her company
Suddenly, she flies over my head and …
With a final call offers me a gift
A gift unbidden, un-expected,
All the more precious
A gift to remember …
The Eagle who followed me
Ruth Jewell, ©May 25, 2011
A Quiet Walk 