The Eagle's Nest

The rocky crest sat far from here
A nest for seabirds; birds of prey
Who'd rest in its squat loneliness
The cove bedecked with freckling stone

Or so we thought -- a myth of name
'Tis "Eagle's Nest" near Inverloch
and child-like footsteps climbed the crest
to search for hooked beak and claw

The lofty rock-nest stretched to sky
Yet though some made it up on high,
The moon, it pulled the weary tide
And fear of deep-blue depths came down

And so did I -- intrepid as I was,
and to this day have made no attempt
to climb the nest, whose hoary sides
did speak delight and unknown charm