An Eye For An Eye. Poem by George Savige

Eagle floating
Way up high,
Looking down
With eagle eye.

The fowls have seen
And off they dart
To hide from this
Great thing that's there.

From whence he came
They do not care,
And do their best
To get away.

BUT SOME POOR FOWL
WILL DIE TODAY.

The eagle flies,
He's had his feed,
But did not see
In all his greed,

Something that
He had not planned,
The farmer there
With gun in hand.

He feels the pain
Quite deep inside.
AND ON THIS DAY
AN EAGLE DIED.