The Dalliance of the Eagles
the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of
rushing amorous contact high in space together,
clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce,
beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight
tumbling turning clustering loops, straight
o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a
motionless still balance in the air, then
parting, talons loosing,
again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their
separate diverse flight,
hers, he his, pursuing.
couldn't have known this, but what he
saw were two male eagles fighting.
According to a program on PBS, two male eagles
will grasp claws and then spin
towards the earth in a game of chicken. – Ed.