Animals: They were here first
The Eagle’s Eulogy
A Pocket Play
by Kathleen Franks
MOUNTAIN LAKE - AFTERNOON
Father Flynn stands at lake’s edge, cattails swaying in the pine-scented summer breeze... saying his last few words in memory of the deceased, Will Davidson. Will’s parents; his wife, Carla; sister, Nicole; with family and friends seated on chairs facing the lake.
And now, Carla would like to close with a few remarks...
This was Will’s favorite spot. We spent many wonderful years coming here in every season. On warm days, we would spread a blanket on this sweet grassy meadow... breathe in the mountain air... spread a picnic of wine, cheese and bread. I would read stories aloud, sometimes the classics, sometimes just a magazine article... Will liked whatever I read.
Carla pauses to look up at a tree on the far side of the lake.
A family of eagles has lived in that tree for all these years. Will especially loved watching the nest... seeing the great eagles fly in and out... and the babies take their first flight...
Carla bows her head... then again looks up at the tree...
Father Flynn steps over and puts him arm around her, then places a small box in her hand. Carla removes the lid and tosses Will’s ashes across the lake. The breeze carries the ashes upward, swirled into a silver cloud of dust... and the eagle swoops down from the tree and flies through the ashes.