Waiting On a Flock Of Eagles
Birds of a feather
Flock together
I've never seen a flock of eagles
What a sight
A bird's eye view
of life
Of all the shoes even the ones that ain't the right size
but Eagles are hunters
they use a width span to see where the food is
Whenever you do things alone
I can see how you have to get it on your own
eyes peered on delicious things
but they keep calling everything stolen
Rabbits viewed so innocently
The eagle preys and they call that the food chain
the eagle died to preserve the health of
the small beast
eating the vegetables
Eating all the green
I figure life alone from so high up
makes you dance a different set of morals
the beauty of the gathering
a sight to see but
Bald Eagle spread not your wings or they will run
instead, pick a tree farther than little eyes can see and breath
take in the summer breeze
winter breeze
autumn leaves
springing forth a beautiful thing
a pillar of peace
a pillar with no greed just a bit of luxury
and space to see
Space to be far from anything conceived from hungry