so happily lackadaisical
had to someday taper
into an uphill grinding slog
just when the season turneth to thaw,
and the meadows level and lush
in virgin whites and decadent reds
a fountain’s busy pummeling trims,
all carry on in careless frolic
in what may as well be a postcard world.
The eagle is considered majestic
or so esoteric legends depict,
conveniently omitting a little
detail, such as the fact that the eagle
observes cuisines via scavenger eyes.