eagle
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I listen as he plays
The pan flute in front
Of a beautiful waterfall.
I close my eyes and
I am transported
Above the scene
And fly with the eagle...
Susan Maree Jeavons
Soaring high
Bird of prey
The rustling of feathers
The cheeping of chicks
Large jagged boulders
Long hooked feet
and
Glinting in the sunlight
Majestic wingspan and wild call
My name's not Springsteen,
But I sure feel like a Boss
Haters attempting to rag on me
Gonna feel a little lot of lost cause
Time's chipping away at this face,
Turning this ice into a sculpture
Have you heard, have you heard,
Of this feather-shedding bird,
The eagle, our freedom, our country, our cause?
It’s sick, it is, sick as a dog,
With dried up eyes and ears and tongues for laws.
I once flew above treetops through endless sky
But in this small wire cage I can’t even fly
My claws used to catch prey on the forest floor
But now I cannot hunt like I did before
A beauty with wings and beady eyes flying higher than Everest
It's ego soaring with every flap as it gains momentum
Sharp mustard beak contradicts its soft feathers
Gorgeous svelte body helps it ascend
My heart is ice-yours fire.
I have emotions of sorrow,
yours of jealous rage.
Your patience is one to quickly expire,
but love, we are two birds in one cage.
