An Eagle soars high above,
Skimming seas, lakes and cove,
Piercing, sharp, an Eagle's eye,
Swooping down, did spy,
Swimming trout en route,
Mother Nature's food.
She swooped down and without a doubt,
The majestic eagle has just caught a trout.
With one swipe, her claw did grab,
A fleshy trout, hardly a flap.
The simple life of an eagle becomes lively and interesting because of your writing skills..I appreciate this!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Eindaray for your kind comment.