The shiny eagle

wind-breeze, the focused

Eagle stares.

Its eyes are like a cage full of souls,

And the pupil is a room of darkness.

The thick beak curves like a knife’s edge,

And nips like an ant. 

Shaking its spiky

Feathers.

The speckled eagle death stare,

And its prey to die.

Staring at its prey,

Tonight.

Fluffy legs as warm as 

A volcano,

And talons that grip to a 

Silent stone rock.

The fur is ginormous as

Huge as a tree.