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
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
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