She The Eagle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She the eagle

Worthy and treasure
Is she, this vase of pains!

Her smile and laughter,
To people around her,
Bring joy, pleasure!

Now, fallen, abandoned,
On roadside, is injured!

Though closed are all gates,
To rainbow and her nest,
To me, she is chicken,
Of huge bald eagles!

Worked with her half a day,
Yes, she was my mentor,
Too kind and generous.

It was a miracle,
I, windbag, and talker,
Found me time to listen!

I owe thanks to ears,
For being so patient,
Quite sharp, vigilant.

You who are my target,
Remain my good friend,
Can call and chat again.

You and I must exchange,
Our wishes and knowledge.

No, do not bite finger,
And no need to wonder:
"He did pay attention! "

With such a character,
I am sure once again,
You soar to crescents.