Some eagles they call bald
their heads are not
but white ,
and they show up beautifully
in the sun\'s light
Eagles soar alone
in their own light ,
it\'s something other birds
just can\'t fight,
they soar alone
and only they know
where they go at night
Soaring sometimes above trees
and a towering mountain\'s height ,
ever flying
towards the sun\'s light
Held up in the sky by just air
like a great feathered kite ,
without any strings
to hold it\'s height ,
eagles are
the master\'s of free flight
They like to swoop down on fish
that are just under the water\'s surface
in a river or lake ,
and grab it with their talons
for them it\'s a piece of cake
With it\'s tail behind it
and it\'s head downward
towards the earth
bursting into a fury of speed
what a beautiful sight ,
it reminds me of a
feathered meteorite
I know in the daytime
they soar in the skies ,
and look down to the earth
with their sharp eyes
looking for their prey ,
but at nighttime
where do they stay ,
Maybe deep in the dark forest
are where they might be ,
roosting near the top
of a big tree
Then when darkness
is gone from the night ,
the sun rises and with it
the eagles in flight