The Eagle

I stood atop a mountain high
and looked toward the stormy sky

And soaring high above my head
I saw an eagle her wings were spread

Desending  she  was quite aware
of unsettling clouds high in the air

Storm clouds gethering in the west
she knew she had to reach her  nest

She tucked her wings and made a dive
to protect her babies on the mountain side

The lighting flashed  and the thunder roared
and the pelting rain was  beginning to pour

And on that mountain  I quitely stood
and watched a miracle of motherhood

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