Birds fly

Oh, good friend, how I watch you spin

with the wind.

Your plumage soars wit the weather

to no end.

You turn around, come back in town for 

home bound.

Once combing the county side in stride,

no wonder you're the country's pride.

Very eager, I know your nothing like a

beaver. As you taste, here comes the

waste upon city cars,buildings & streets.

With wings span far out, you lift and 

shift to get up, up and away.

And that's where you'll stay for most of

the day until you see a prey with those

eagle eyes to die.  

Reviews

[Taylor]

Nice, very nice. My favorite part is when you say "no wonder you're the country's pride" this is wonderful. Good job!

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful use of words shared Roxane. I liked how you allowed the reader to vision the bird. Face to face with a eagle. Bad place to know. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

Something exciting watching eagles fly.
Like slow motion, till that fateful moment when they pluck their prey and fly off.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Glad you like the poem thanks for the kind review and read.

[Einstein Noodle]

this is not the country our forefathers handed to us .. the Eagle has taken many a hit and now seems to confused to fly :( strong sentiments and theme ..and of course love the metaphor ..rhyming is a little rough to me .. it causes the rhythm to falter ..maybe go either more "rap" or more structured .. your closing is strong social criticism ..raises the debatable position that the US is too aggressive on the world stage ... i find myself wanting to know more than your poem is willing to reveal ..so you hooked me Roxane! ;)
E.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for the review and read. i enjoyed reading it. thanks again. roxane

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

Roxane,
This is very good.
Thank you for Sharing and God Bless

Sheer Terror

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the way this country is going, it probably does want to get away from itself...
needs to...the wings are so broken.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I know and thanks very much for the review.

[Shy Joe]

I could only imagine the thrill a bird of prey feels when they spot their prey. An exhilaration of endorphins fills them as they swoop toward their victim.

Enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I see this young eagle when it comes through my neighborhood messing with the small birds. I watches them fight in mid air. thanks for the kind review.

[wordman]

sounds thrilling to me,the eagle and it`s prey

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for the review, kindly.