Lofty over mountain tops <br />eagle perches high atop <br />mighty are it's eyes. <br />You know it see, s <br />for miles. <br /> <br />Nest built if can no human <br />disturbs it's clutch <br />is sound. <br /> <br />Life mated so he she meets <br />brings back chicks <br />will grow. <br /> <br />The hawk many <br />makes colors fast <br />as an arrow across <br />some do deserts <br />fly. <br /> <br />No food nor drink to help <br />them thrive alive though <br />they do come. <br /> <br />Thickest jungle some <br />can hunt. <br /> <br />Amazingly so <br />six foot breadth <br />of wing <br />it is so. <br /> <br />Free as the wind <br />they are.<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eagle-hawk-at-play-fin/
