THE EAGLE


The eagle flies with great ease,
Following the summer breeze.

The eagle looks for its next kill,
A northern pike or a blue gill.

It drops down to the river below
Searching for fish; going with the flow.

The talons grip tight around the fish
Soon the fish will be a hearty dish.

The fish struggles to get away
To be free, to swim in the bay.

But the fish does not get away;
It does not return to the bay.

For the eagle has reached its nest,
Where it gets some well deserved rest.


By: Ryan Stancl