Poetry of the Month
October 2000
"Eagle's Call"
Flying high above the world,
Free as free can be,
Majestic wings in flight,
Watching all the others flee.
Soaring swooping, sailing,
On a powerful wing,
Always on the hunt,
Never able to sing.
From above, a screech,
Is all they can hear,
It's always too late,
Once they know it's near.
One swift swoop,
It all comes to an end,
Tearing with talons,
Their bodies never mend.
The pride of a nation,
Spirits of the ancient,
Both deadly and graceful,
Survival, with no repent.
A word of advice,
To one, each and all,
Better take cover fast,
When you hear...
The eagle's call.
Copyright 2000 Eagle Eyes
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