Four Birds of Prey

Four birds of prey claimed their feast
where our Eagle lay her eggs.
Her nest, though high, could not survive
swift beaks of hunger.

Liberty observed the theft,
but being only made of bronze,
stood fixed within the harbor.
With torch raised in silent outrage,
she wept air born tears of myth
tendering comfort to the addled dead.

Our Eagle, returning to her lair
screeched in cognition of the crime!
Then spread maternal wings of solace,
spanning the harbor, and beyond.

Written September 11, 2001