The Eagle

His great eyes,
Staring ...
Gleaming ...
Glittering.

His great beak opens;
He yells out a cry;
The wind carries it down
to the royal ocean tide.

His Great claws grasp
the mountain peak's top;
clawing and scratching;
so sturdy ...
so strong.

His great wings spread;
He takes of for flight.
His grand feathers rustle;
From the great wind's might.

He glides and lands smoothly;
On long stringy grass;
Pruning his feathers;
Resting his soul;
On the warm sunlit patch.