Ode To An Eagle Poem by Michael Jack

Up in the sky, I spread my wings,
as an eagle, I fly and sing,
scaling the height, I feel alive,
and in the mountains and plains, I thrive.

But as I soar the vast blue sky,
my watchful eyes caught sight of the sly,
my prey below, they roam and play,
and I cannot detach, I cannot stray.

For I am an eagle, a creature of flight,
my survival depends on my might,
I hunt, I swoop, I catch my prey,
and then to the blue sky, I fly away.

Oh, how I cherish the freedom to roam,
and the heights where I call it my home,
as an eagle, I've learned to survive,
and every moment, I feel so alive.

So let me spread my wings and fly,
as an eagle, let me reach the sky,
and let the wind carry me high,
on my flight, up in the sky.