The Eagles Of Hornby Island This past week I sat quietly for hours Watching as eagles on Hornby Isle Lovingly cared for their two eggs And their actions caused me to smile A sunny March was when it all began When the female laid only just two Fussing and fluffing up the nest As twigs were gathered as they flew They nutured and sat day and night Caring for these two little eggs Hoping that soon they would hatch Bringing forth eaglets on tiny legs An unselfish love was greatly shown As in harsh weather they did sit Keeping their eggs safe and warm In a nest that they had knit Such dedication was greatly displayed As each one took turns on the nest Sitting for hours and looking about Neither one getting very much rest Millions from all around the world Tuned in to watch the live birth As in a tree in Vancouver Canada These two sat high upon the earth The expectant day would soon arrive As to the webcam we were all glued When one of the eggs disappeared Causing people to search for clues We were told by the eagle experts That the egg was no longer there But hoping for a bit of good news I prayed as I continued to stare Days went by and alas it was over The second egg too was soon gone And as the eagles cleaned the nest The wind echoed a sorrowful moan Empty, lonely, and silent it remains High atop this very old tree As above in the beautiful blue sky The two eagles soar wild and free Janie Moser © 05/04/06