Ruling the Skies
His high pitched sounds travel for miles
While calling to his lifelong mate
With majesty he roams the skies
As above the clouds he flies
His feathers bronzed and flecked with gold
His dark brown eyes fearless, bold
Swooping down with deadly zest
His sharp talons sink into flesh
Then he heads back to the nest
Where the fledgling is in flight test
The fledgling flaps his wings freely
While jumping to lower branches of the tree
But soon it will rule the cerulean sky
As it hunts for prey with its sharp eye
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10/3/2015
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015
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