Eagle Hawk At Play (Fin) Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Lofty over mountain tops
eagle perches high atop
mighty are it's eyes.
You know it see, s
for miles.

Nest built if can no human
disturbs it's clutch
is sound.

Life mated so he she meets
brings back chicks
will grow.

The hawk many
makes colors fast
as an arrow across
some do deserts
fly.

No food nor drink to help
them thrive alive though
they do come.

Thickest jungle some
can hunt.

Amazingly so
six foot breadth
of wing
it is so.

Free as the wind
they are.