The golden eagle soared overhead, its wings a gorgeous mottled brown. It let out a tremendous cry, noble and bold. After completing a lazy circle, it flapped its gigantic wings and disappeared from view; now all that could be seen was a clear blue sky and tall green pines.
Catherine, watching from below, opened her notebook.
Golden eagle shrieks,
flaps her wings; her feathers gleam
A queen of the skies
Perfect. Catherine smiled as she set down her pencil.
Then she laid back, grass tickling her neck, and watched for another haiku.