An Eagle's Flight

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