GOLDEN EAGLE

 If I were a bird

An eagle I would be  

Soaring high

With mighty wings

Spread wide

Surfing  air currants

Like a surfer on

The incoming tide

Surfing his wave

with so much pride

The wind beneath my wings

Lifts me up high

Higher than

The naked eye

There I hover flapping my wings

Listening to the chorus

that blows in the wind

Catching air

with broad wings spread wide

Catching drifts

To rise up high

Into the deep blue

Endless  sky 

Then fall and glide

Beating  wings  hold me in place

I  sit silently

Wind in my face

Preparing myself to win my race

Looking down on a world so small

Wings pinned back

I start to fall

Like a brick being

knocked of a wall

Prey in sight now

Eyes on a swivel

Talons out locked into place

Can’t wait to see

 the look on my preys face 

Falling fast now watch me go

catching the wind now

Getting a free tow

speeds of 120 mph

like a missile just been fired

I hit my pray

Talons dig deep

For you my friend

This is the end

Hooked beak to tear its flesh

One more pull the rabbit is dead

and with another i rip off its head

followed by each one of its legs