The eagle watches 

unfazed by the squabbling gulls,

waiting for its time 

The firelight draws 

out a sense of comfort with

deep and ancient roots

Epistolary 

to a would-be king, to wit:

history repeats 

Even the pharaohs 

are just dust now, swirling in 

an endless cycle 

Exhalations come

condensed in the cold air and 

sweat freezes in hair 

Sometimes the only 

answer is a large stack of

pancakes and bacon 

Temerity to

terror but suddenly you

find its at your door