The eagle
brushstroked black
talons to beak
broke red blue
in the white sky
tiny scarlet prey
fought and died
in once soft grasp
matron touch
a child freely
loved plumped fed and feathered
in aerie
tall safe high from
screech and whoop
the drop to the
loops of barbed wire below
I like this a lot. It reads very well with a rush to the end.