The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. ---Alfred Tennyson http://www.baldeagleinfo.com/eagle/photo-1.html Beware, we are coming....with our talons bared.
Political Cartoon from yesterday's San Diego Union: http://www.uniontrib.com/news/features/breen/images/cartoonsept13.gif