Golden Eye - Poem by Jackie Symonds
The eagle sits on its nest
letting its eggs get some rest,
It's golden eyes,
let it see
all the things under the tree.
This eagle is a prime, clever creature,
Who has very well built features.
Long sharp claws,
sharper than saws.
Beautiful brown and white feathers,
built to sustain harsh weather.
It has such beauty,
This eagle will not fall.
This wonderful bird has no flaws.
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