Hill-lord sorcerer, wedge-tailed eagle,
Drawn on breath of wind.
Brown breadth plunging, arrow-lunging,
Earthing into prey.
Gold eye blazing, coldly fazing
Storm that’s coming on.
Sky-sail clipper, wedge-tailed eagle,
Drifting on the wind.
Rip waves forming, slow tide borne in
Flash of bronze and white.
Thunder rattling, lightning shattering,
Trees and livid sky.
Still there’s eagle, riding bravely,
Master of the storm.
© Sophie Masson