Golden Eagle....[eagles: Hunting And Caring For Young] Poem by Bri Edwards
Golden Eagle....[eagles: Hunting And Caring For Young]
A Golden Eagle stands tall upon its perch,
with keen eyes, for its next victim to search.
Suddenly it spreads wings, is off with a lurch,
sweeping low o'er groves of aspen and birch.
A jackrabbit stirs near a clump of brush.
Silently toward it the eagle does rush.
The rabbit's life-ending cry breaks the hush.
Too late! The eagle, its backbones does crush.
With rabbit in tow it flies to its nest
where its chick gobbles warm handouts with zest.
With its mate the parent shares all the rest,
preparing themselves for the next hunting quest.
(Dec.2006; revised Dec.2012)
I had always believed that you have a soft spot for all things nature great poem-10
This simple and beautiful poem is an illustration of how an eagle swoops on its prey and catches it skilfully! The interesting thing is he shares it with his fledglings and mate... Something to be emulated by all especially by those(?) who forget the rest at the sight of food! Enjoyed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:45:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
yes, this is as scintillating now as the day i submitted it! ! ! ! an old, not-direct ancestor of mine, James Gates Percival (1795-1856) , wrote the following poem, which is on PoemHunter: The Eagle bri :) my oldest brother, an genealogist, told me about this relative of ours. James' poem Seneca Lake is probably about the lake i used to swim in, at Geneva NY, as a kid.