Poem 16

I read "The Eagle" by A. L. Tennyson.

I thoroughly enjoyed this little poem, though i cannot really say why. It described an eagle pirched on a mountain ledge by the sea, waiting for its prey and then dropping in for the kill. I mostly enjoyed its abrupt ending. It was as if the eagle had actually left the scene, or if the poem was not about the eagle at all, but the position it was momentarily at.