The Hunt To Kill Poem by joshua treece

There it is flying so high
Looking for a place to
Parch
It lands on the tree next
to the River watching for
any movement

its razor sharp tongs grip
the branch harder with
his eye narrowing looking
from the field to the river
back to the field

seeing a small field mouse
running alone the ground
with a falling jolt he
opens his wide wings
going right towards the
mouse

and with a fell swoop
he picks the mouse up
with out a second thought
and glides back to his
branch to have a great
feast that is fit for an
eagle