On Eagle's Wings
By joyismine
ON EAGLE'S WINGS Aloft in vast expanse of sky He surveys his vast domain; King of all the fowl that fly, And dread of all small game. The eagle eye, renowned for sight, Cunning and finely honed, Observes the land with acute delight As he soars there all alone. With feathers spread to catch the breeze, His form aerodynamic, Movement deft and to the point, He knows no fear or panic. Rapid dive as he targets in On his choice of choicest meals; His fierce intent to swoop and grab The rabbit 'ere it squeals. He draws his talons closer And sets his wings aback; Eyes intense with focus, He makes a swift attack. Hooked beak sharp, and most austere, Showing he has fed, His breast, the dinner napkin, Exposing tell-tale red. He's once more the floating raptor Commanding all the sky And I, enthralled observer, Watch with greedy eye. Joyce GuyI wrote this yesterday in answer to the challenge by webdreamer to write of the eagle in flight. Not being able to post it due to technical difficulty, I have entered it here. Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 01:54 AM PST 0 • 10
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