I spent some time in Wisconsin
when I lost my mind, and went
up there searching for it.

Up there in the freezing cold
in a place with no hot water, no
curtains, no frills. Just
a roof overhead, to keep out
the chills.

And it was there in the midst
of insanity's escape, that I saw
majestic, upon the frozen landscape,
an eagle, quite bald, by the side
of the road.

You know they're not bald
they've feathers up there.

Here sat this bird
in the middle of nowhere
not really just sitting,
he was busy indeed,
on carcass of deer
did this royalty feed.

Still the picture,
of eagle alight
so close to a place,
within my eyesight
was spendid in spite
of the death underneath.


WhiteRose