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The Eagle and The Shark

and the sea bank

By J. K. AndersonPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
The Eagle and The Shark
Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash

The eagle soars above the clouds as the wind rustles its feathers and supports its weight through the air. Suddenly racing through the wind and splashing into the water with fierce force, ripping a fish out from its home. Zooming through the water like a jousting sword, the eagle strikes its hopeless prey with gnashing talons.

Atop the trees surveying the mountainous area, the lonely Eagle sits patiently. Then with a burst of movement, it leaps off the nest. Diving straight below towards the smaller trees right until the opening of its wings lifts the beast into the air with a graceful ascend. With its keen eyesight, she locks on to her prey and attacks. Turning like a cargo plane she dips to the ground. Where her talons reach out like a claw in the arcade and grasp the rabbit with a firm grip out of the air. With an increased flap of her wings, she again soars high in the sky. With a calm release of her grip, the helpless rabbit is forced to the ground from which it lives as the beast in the sky stays in its territory with a relaxed mindset as she watches the rabbit plummet to its death.

With a fast impact on the ground, the rabbit bounces back up off the floor and into the hole of a sleeping mole. It slowly hides deeper in the hole trying to force itself down with a clearly diss assembled arm and leg. The Eagle lands on the trees above curling it’s talons along the thin branch. With a lean of its body, it tries to identify the location of its prey. After a long stare, the majestic bird gives up and moves on to another meal.

The poor rabbit slowly leaves the hole crawling across the ground in an attempt to make it back to its original home over the mountain. Just when a dirt covered wolf jumps from the bushes pouncing on the already injured rabbit. Using its strong teeth like knives it rips the small vermin into pieces. As the rest of the pack approach the scene, the wolf turns to them with one back leg hanging from its mouth and blood spilling on the pine needles which covered the forest floor.

The eagle surveying the ground from above searches for a new meal as it goes across the coast. Just when she thinks she comes across a meal it was only a rotten carcass of a dear. Leaving the area, she explores more and sees a struggling beast on the sandbank, turned over and stuck. Getting a closer look, she sees it is a shark. After some circling in the air, she decides to investigate the situation, swooping onto the sandbank. She walks over lifting her wings with each step on the sand.

She approached the shark and with her talons, she dug underneath the sand slowly lifting the shark off the sand. With huge flaps of her enormous wings, he was lifted from the ground. In the air looking down to the water, the shark was in amazement of the heights it has reached. Even while drying up from the wind, he enjoyed his time above the water. Spreading out his fins trying to mimic that of the bird and felt a freedom which the sea could not offer. Then after passing the long sandbank the Eagle approaches the water. Slowly descending she lets him slip from her talons diving into the waves below. The shark swivels its body and waves his fins trying to utilize every moment above.

Then plunging deep below and reabsorbing water the shark swims back up to the surface to see the Eagle peacefully flying away. She turns and stares at the shark, to her amazement he was following her. Trying to jump out of the water to get to her, reaching outstanding heights. She flew in circles around him, amused by his futile attempts at flight. The shark grew frustrated, it's jumps were less frequent. Out of energy and excitement it gave up.

The eagle followed the shark until it stopped and then started back around to her nest. After the eagle got some distance away it heard the yells of seagulls. With one last look towards the shark. The eagle saw him stranded, once again on the sandbank.

Mystery

About the Creator

J. K. Anderson

A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.

Thanks for stopping by :)

@frame0fjosh

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