THE EAGLE

Perched on a branch,

The dominant eagle homes in on the scampering mouse below.

Its wings take off like a rocket in mid-flight,

As fast as a paragon falcon diving from the sky.

Its talons as sharp as a vipers fangs,

And as deadly as a lions jaw sinking into its prey.

Its beak as elegant but as deadly as a cheetah,

Bounding after an antelope.

Ruffling its cold damp feathers the eagle clutches onto his nest,

With his life as it gets swept away by the wind.

The eagles screeches triumphantly as it buries

 into the poor dead grouse.