When the eagle flies over,

The Blue jays screech.

They try to warn brother crow,

"Don't fly too slow.

Don't fly too high either."

But the eagle eye is neither here nor there today.

The eagle soars above competition,

But when he gets hungry, he will eat.

And when he tires,

He will rise on the wings of the wind,

And go high to the place where he can rest again,

Then take another solo flight

At great heights,

Above and beyond the screeching throng,

But will the Eagle smile

To know it's all going on

Just because of him?

-jenn