Pudgy Indian

As I head to work
across the Burnside Bridge
above my sister
the river,
I think of the morning before
the second day
of red city
at daybreak
and remember...
Remember the perregrin falcon
that flew above and before me.
This morning
on the same spot
I remember the day before
and think
"little could top that falcon"
when I look up
and see a large bird.
I thought "turkey buzzard? Osprey?"
It's an eagle!
It's a bald eagle!
and it flies right over my head
some 30 yards up.
OK, the previous day was topped.