Howling, the crazy wind blew
Stirring up the leaves
Like so much flotsam
Thrown around.
Spinning
A pack of cards
Falling where they will
At the whim of chance.
High above
Swooping ever lower
Circled the Eagle
Beady eye bright
Sharp as a sword
Hunger in its maw
At what the leaves had hid
Now seen
Scattering for cover.
~d