The Eagle has landed

Cold Winter..up before the lark
wrapping up for battle against  wind
 still quite dark and very dreary,
 won't get light till almost seven..
arriving at tail end of the night
I see a huddle on the lawn
..I kneel to find
a huge eagle fallen from the  Heavens
I can't believe this in my sight
I touched  glory with my gloved hand
found cold but supple..hoping that
a spark would be found..but not..
 feathers I ruffle to no response
I was in awe and felt as if my presence
was made in error..I had stumbled 
into a story I didn't like..
hurricane winds have defeated
the warrior..thus he lay prone
what ships had passed in the night?
glaciers reflected in his eye
and fishes of men had spied
the mightiest  hunter in full flight
the bird should be soaring as a God
between Air and Earth with might..
not here...in bleak  twilight
and as rain fell as tears.
never touching this glorious life,,
magestic in death I was overcome..
by Nature and by the wealth of our Kingdom