A Mother's Cry

 

 

We noticed it a week ago.

 

 

 

 

 

We went back to check

it yesterday.

Silently,

carefully,

we approached.

 

 

 

 

We stood in awe

before we attempted

to photograph her.

And there she sat.

Still.

For a few moments.

 

 

 

She ventured out.

 

 

 

 

 

Watching us, watch her.

 

 

 

 

Then instinct took over.

 

 

 

 

She called out a warning.

Tried to lure us away.

The father watched from afar.

 

We left them to be.

We will return to watch

for the babies.

Less than a mile from our home.

How privileged we feel.

To call

the Bald Eagle our neighbor.