THE EAGLE

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.

Befado