Imposing, strength and agility, an authority of the skies, riding the prevailing currents, a hunter with keen eyes.
Roamer of the Highlands, a bird of myth and lore, enchanted by your sighting as you effortlessly soar.
Above the highest mountains, in the clear and perfect air, picking out your prey, beware the grouse and hare.
Commander of your kingdom, with circling silent flight, talons made for killing, a grip of strength and might.
Persecution was your enemy and your numbers did decline but with conservation efforts we’ve seen your numbers climb.
The enigmatic golden eagle, master of all you survey, forever haunt the Scottish uplands, our finest bird of prey.

I love this poem Lee. X
Lovely words about the beloved and majestic eagle Lee