Eagle

Though under the cosh
Still we must wash
The Eagle proud beautiful soul
In the great land of feather
One has to ask whether
It’s right to feel constantly droll
To bathe in the river
To philosophise daily
Shadows of oneself
Heady and taily
High on a post
Something, that’s loved most
Proudly regailing
And just never failing

The Eagle
The predator
King of the skies
Up in the thermals
Is it a surprise
That we eagles demand
A HYRAX or two
Teamwork success it is what we do
Great acrobatics
Sees off so many
For we are the eagles
And there isn’t any
Bird anywhere

With our concentration
Profound we abound
To the HYRAX citation
It’s our orchestral moment
Each time we kill
A great sense of consciousness
It’s with us still
A psychodrama each time we go
And catch us a HYRAX
And stay in the flow

Detection reflection
It’s not navel gazing
It’s so analytic
When we are raising
Our babies the notion
The potion of thought
The want and the know
When the HYRAX is caught