Fascinating Predators
Eagles are fascinating predators true*to their calling*,
and the kind that I really like are those beautiful
white-headed with two black wings elegantly resting
on rocks when the crimson dusk awaits nightfall.
They build their nest* with leaves in a tall tree to avoid
snakes crawling and killing their off-spring: is it hunger or whim?
Don't they fear stormy clouds* that cause fear for motherhood?
They do, but quickly they begin swooping* down and gently lift them
with their beaks and bring them to safety where steady rain
can't harm them...will they forget the place where their had been?
Eagle are really bold and show their strength as they engage in flying*,
they may be fierce and kill, but there's another tender side of eagles
that humans don't see when they protect their small ones from flies*;
like mothers that teach their babies to walk, they teach them fledgling*.
For three long seasons, we see them roar in our splendid, huge skies,
they induce fear, but their also amaze us with their dazzling beauty;
watch them depart from their chicks and return at early dusk timely:
they love their limitless freedom...if they lose it, their hope for joy dies.
Written on 10/21/2915
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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