A Hazardous Journey
I walked up the mountain,
And looked up high,
And saw a large eagle,
Descend from the sky.
Its talons raked out,
It gave a loud screech,
I let out a shout,
And avoided its beak.
The eagle rolled,
A stunt in midair,
I shuddered, cold,
And moved not a hair.
The eagle flew around,
Out of my sight,
I got up from the ground,
And fled like a sprite.
I tripped on a rock,
And sprawled in the dirt,
Talons hooked on my sock,
Efficient and curt.
The ground fell away,
I felt my bones crunch,
The eagle swayed,
And I lost my lunch.
The eagle soared,
Through the crisp sky,
And down in my core,
I knew I might die.
The mountaintop loomed,
Foremost in my eyes,
I knew I was doomed,
But tried not to cry.
The eagle�s lunch I would make,
This was the end,
I felt myself quake,
Alone and without a friend.
The eagle let go,
The talons let me free,
I looked around and, lo!
I knew a choice offered to me.
For the danger of the eagle had been a cruel lie,
I had earned some respite,
I was not brought here to die.
Instead I had been saved,
I let loose a sigh,
I had the mountaintop I craved,
And had avoided the landslide.
