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What Does the Eagle See?


What does the eagle see
From heights only he can reach?
As he soars above the tops of trees,
And over water's beach?

His eyesight is so very sharp,
He can see the smallest rat.
And if by chance he flies by you,
He can see the logo on your hat!

He sees bears crash through the woods,
Breaking branches twigs and leaves.
He sees magpies, blue, black and white
Singing in the trees.

Five types of salmon, he does see,
Swimming up the stream-

And rafts of otters in the bay
Swimming as a team.

The eagle sees the mountain cliffs,
Goats steady on the ledge...

He also watches cormorants 
Along the water's edge.

Puffins with their colorful beaks
Dot the rocks below.

And on a glacier's frozen edge,
Sea lions in the snow!

The ravens fly high with our friend,
Scoping out a meal-

While looking down for some fish,
The eagle spots a seal!

Black and white, large and sleek,
Orcas leap above the bay.
Making a splash so big and vast
All you see is ocean spray.

The whales dive deep, come up for breath
Spouting sea up to the sky!

And gulls call out, bob on the waves,
Then soar to way up high.

Moose walk along the meadow wide,
Grazing on the grass.

While dall sheep play and scramble
Through a rocky mountain pass.

The eagle sees so many things
From his place up in the sky.
What do you think you would see
If you could fly as high?
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