What is beauty?

     To everyone who proclaims the beauty of the American Eagle, that undeniably majestic and impressive bird,  I say take another look.  The cold beady eye of the hunter, the talons meant to impale, the curved beak meant to scoop out entrails.  I guess it's a matter of what everybody says when they misunderstand or otherwise fail to comprehend, that it's all a matter of semantics.  What is beauty anyway?