This young blog already has its first reader contribution, a wonderful poem from Kit in Chicago:
"O regal eagle,
So mysterious and majestic,
What secrets are shrouded in your soul?
The flaps of your wings,
So powerful and whirling with featherdust,
How can we know the brutal gearing of your ways?
The stones of Tomorrow
and the compass of Truth
Soar into consciousness -
The mountain goats of my mind
Cower as you swoop and shriek.
Oh bird of destruction, what goats will you snatch today?"
Stunning, isn't it? The powerful imagery reminds me of William Blake's "The Tyger."
Kit also included a link to this video by way of inspiration or accompaniment.