This is a juvenile bald eagle. It hasn't grown it's white head feathers yet. That happens in their 3rd year. I used to live on Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado Springs, Co. There was a prairie dog village at the foot of the hill with about 100 of them living there. I used to watch the eagles soar in the thermals, then drop down and grab a prairie dog lunch. I noticed that on cloudy days, the little guys would stay close to their holes and scan the sky often. On sunny days, they would be braver and wander about more. That's because the eagle's shadow on the ground would warn them when they were in danger, and the smart ones would dive into their holes. The dumb or unobservant ones would become lunch.

This poem is simply aabb rhymed Quatrains on 8 syllable iambic tetrameter.

This photograph was taken by the author himself using his high speed Sony Alpha camera with a 300 mm lens. It was taken October 6, 2014.

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