The Eagles

Early in the morning
as soon as  they  wake up,
they leave  their nests,
when they are  hungry,
they  fly in the air  to look for food.


    What's funny,
they don't like to  dig,
but they  like to eat same as man,
who sweats every day.

     Lucky as they are,
God  blessed them,
to live in peace not like man,
the trouble causer of the world.

    Shame upon them,
not to clean their eyes,
when their  job,
it's only to eat and sleep.

    Foolish again,
they lost their  knowledge,
and uses  the  dirty  claws,
to catch what to eat.

    Ignorant as they are,
 they can't close their nests,
and the enemy  come,
 strike their heads and die.


    Funny as  they are,
they  wave in the sky,
and run quickly  on the ground,
to pick what to eat and fly.

     Oh! Oh! Oh!
they  feed on fresh,
but they  can't get sick,
really like snakes that feed on dust,
and crawl on the ground when it's hot.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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