The Eagle

A few months back, I was walking on the streets when I saw a tiny mouse pass beside me. It was so small that even I couldn't see it clearly. But within a blink of an eye and from nowhere a majestic eagle, came swooping down and grabbed the mouse and flew away. I was amazed by this and wrote a poem on this majestic creature...

Eagle

There it sat on the edge of the cliff

Ready to burst in the spark of light

Guarding away its fierce might

With its watchful eye

There he looks at Atlas and the Earth

Nothing can pass his sight

Even echo is captured with a twitch

Sitting in a royal suit

Crying with a tusked mouth

Bald with white on top

Beady jewel eyes floating greedily

Then he sat beside the cloud

Watching for the ‘little one’

And when that ‘one’ falls to prey

Swoop! It’s gone, seeing dark at day

Hail thou, Hail thee

Those with courage sit with him

As he scans the galaxy

For that naïve one

Escape be dreamt; not at

Midnight strike

 Picture courtesy: Wikipedia