To all my friends, please have a nice weekend !.... Think my friends fly away as an eagle... But not end as one !

Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager,
Almost point-blank, a hunter hit an eagle.


The eagle rose and calmly left its crag
And at its murderer not even looking back.
As usual, in circles wide and proud,
Unhurriedly flew up beyond a cloud.


Perhaps the shot he'd chosen was to small
And wasn't meant for eagle-hunts at all.
Perhaps the marksman's hand was not too steady,
So that he missed his aim, always so deadly ?


Not, nor a pellet past its target flew,
And eagle's hearts are vulnerable too.
The eagle fell, but among rocks remote:
Over its death no enemy must gloat.