The Golden Eagle

With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear, And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks, Speaking only to young, or between two or some in flight, The golden eagle exudes those qualities that make humans right. Flying maybe seventy-seven miles from their nest, With wings up-turned in a V-shape for dynamics, Which make a plane with the tail, aerodynamically set, At a speed of one twenty mph without acoustics. Open areas of nurturing native vegetation, Make a home and life for development and tangle, And mountainous rock regions find them hunting, Bidding for rock pigeons and raven to mangle. They devour creatures of the hair family fair and square, And ground squirrels, grouse and pheasant they tare, They’re not scared of deer, lamb, pigs or wild boar, And sheep to them are a massively wide open door. They have a dark brown body with feathers replaced annually, Falconry is rife, and they get prestige from indigenous America, Mentioned in the Torah, and the Old and New Testament fair, Tolkien used it in an illustration to symbolise Bilbo Baggins air.