Sunny-weather, the bloodcurdling Golden eagle awaits.
Iits eyes stare like a soldier watching for danger.
Its talons are as sharp as a katana.
It has a shiny sharp beak to catch its prey with.

Scraping his beak on a rock that’s why it’s recently rough.
Dangling its busted brindle wing.
Icy-cold legs as it dives in the river.
No fear but this bird is an ankle-biter.