She came and left like the wind,
She would circle high, swoop and descend,
In a whirlwind she would appear,
She could be far, yet in an instant, near.
Under sunny skies, she sat on eggs,
Under mist and fog, those were her days,
She never wavered, twenty-eight years,
Now that she’s gone, we give way to tears.
For she was mighty, the Queen, regal,
Our beloved Wray, the Catalina eagle,
She was in a class by herself, world-renowned,
Never could a replacement for her be found.
She had dalliances with three formidable mates,
Steadfast and true, but with unfortunate fates.
They produced and cared for their tiny eaglets,
Never a falter, a life lived without regrets.
Because of Wray, the eagle population grew,
Her courage and bravery, we all knew was true,
Atop Catalina, she soared over boats that would roam,
From this protected island that she called home.
And now she has flown up and away,
Oh! How we wish she were here on this day,
Upon her nest on the West End peak,
Feeding her brood tenderly with her beak.
Those piercing eyes, white head and tail,
That exceptional mother that would not fail,
Her pinions protected, her call was strong,
They fledged on Wray’s Rock, so as to belong.
The skies fill with offspring,from the sea, they fish,
Life goes on in the West End nest, Nature can’t resist,
Somewhere out there beyond the great unknown,
The genes of Wray’s legacy will find a new home.