In the deadness of winter
The icy river flows
As the current winds into the sea
Before the sea
A massive waterfall
Far off in the distance
A majestic eagle perches on a limb
His talons brace the barren branch
A temporary resting place
His hunting stand
The brisk winter breeze blows
As the edges of the river are frozen
From his watch the eagle scours the river for food
He watches the water surface
As a block of ice floats swiftly down the river
Inside that block of ice is a salmon
He swoops down
Latching on to the block of ice
Chipping at the ice with his beak
Pecking and stabbing
Scratching with his talons
He rises again for a short moment
Then descending with speed
Seizing the ice again and chipping away
He still has time before the waterfall
Again he rides the air currents
The waterfall comes closer
Again chipping away at the ice
Hovering and swooping down
The waterfall can now be heard
It is approaching faster and faster
He frantically chips away at the ice
Rising again and diving down
Grappling with the block of ice
Suddenly instant horror
His finds his beak frozen to the ice
Sudden fear consumes the eagle
Frozen to the ice
Enveloped by terror
Frozen to his temptation
Unable to escape
His appetite becomes a trap
His desire becomes a snare
Silent scream never heard
Silent screech without a word
He still had time until time elapsed
He still had wings until they were useless
He still had strength until it was overcome by the ice
One with the block of ice
Riding the ice to his destruction
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