Tremor

A slight tremor went through him

a tremor indistinct, inconspicuous.

Neither due to chill nor due a quake,

Neither due to current nor was it fake.

But a rushing thrill that 

brings him to a stand-still.

Atop the highest spire stood he, that

one could easily mistook, for a statue

One of the many symbols of virtue.

What brought him down here

was a tiny little creature,

scuttling towards the fissure.

A quick dive, talons digging 

His first game, just a beginning!

No more a fledgling

Mighty wings, spreading

He soars up, hovering

like water treading !

What you are watching

Is an Eagle's flight in passing!

Soaking in heavenly glory

Unfolds the Sky King's story!