Jul 09 2008
Flying high
Soaring High
I wish I were an Eagle
Soaring high in God’s blue sky.
Effortlessly flapping its wings
Taking it ever high.
Surveying the earth beneath
Sharp eyes taking all in
Searching a likely prey
A tasty meal for him.
Swooping swift as a bullet
Feathers fluttering in the wind
A hare, a fish, a bird
His talons soon will win.
Back to the aerie
Three hungry chicks [...]
