An Eagle.

An Eagle.
By: sfiawong

Up there an eagle is flying round and round,
The keen eyes are searching to the ground.
It always flies so high as a hero in the sky;
There is nothing can hide away from its eyes.

Every morning I see it's appearing in the sky,
It is so gently flying round and round,
It's wings spread out about six feet wide,
It flies fast around like a leader guy.

The eagle is living likes a hidden man;
It is often appearing not every one can see.
It comes from a highest place in the mountain.
No one knows where it comes but surely very high.

When it appears all birds fly to hide.
The smaller animals might be afraid to face.
Small animals are scared when it appears,
but it is so kind always stays high in the sky.

I like its mysterious activities in the sky.
It stays so supreme in the animals' world.