5 November 2012


I see him,
Stout legs, strong feet
Sharp talons, hooked bill.
I feel him,
Large, broad, strong wings,
Sharp, piercing eyes.

He spots me from a great distance,
I cover my chicks in an instance,
His eagle eyes on my young ones,
Ready to swoop low, in an second or so
Ready to rip the flesh from their tiny twisted bones.

He thinks I can’t see him,
But I do.
He thinks I can’t fight him
But I will.
He thinks he can steal my nestling,
But he won’t.

I will fight, protect, and support my pullet
From the assault of an eagle,
Any eagle, the eagle.


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