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?

Disruption

The Rabbits' one job was simple, For they were who were in charge Of eating and keeping grass short When it was in danger of getting too large. Each animal in the old forest Would use their own expertise To keep it a nice place to live. This agreement worked well with ease. The Beavers made sure all the trees Never fell and hurt someone below. The Bears would plow walkable paths For the animals to walk in the snow. And the Rabbits, with their eating talents, Made sure all the grass stayed at bay. When it got too long and too full, Smaller animals could not find their way. But one day the others had noticed That the edge of the meadow grew tall. The Rabbits still ate the grass, But did not go near the edges at all. It was curious, thought the Raccoon. And days later, the area unmown Had grown to be even bigger! Deer and Squirrel had agreed when shown. They called together the council To discuss the issue at hand. The area where grass was uneaten Kept expanding to more of the land.

One of Those Days

Hare woke up quite early But felt good and did declare "Today is going to be great! I can feel it in the air!" Autumn was setting in, Leaves falling to the ground. A brisk chill in the wind, "I should go walk around!" The sun just started rising, Shadows danced on forest floor. Though Hares can see quite well, Where he stepped he wasn't sure. A giant oak tree root Was hidden by fallen leaves. Before Hare could stop himself He tripped, scraping his knees. Hare sat for a short while, Tending to his abrasions. Still in the same good mood He'd not be saddened by one occasion. Hare heard his tummy grumble, He knew it was breakfast time. He came upon some berries, That were clearly in their prime. He had never seen such berries- Big and round and bright! "These will be so delicious!" He thought with much delight! He put one in his mouth, Excited to devour. But quickly spit it out- It was tart and very sour. He tried one and two more, But each was just

A Ghost's Lament

You'd think it fun as a ghost, But you have not thought it through. We have more problems than most. These laments I share are so true. I used to love drink and feast! How I loved burgers and fries! But now eating and dining has ceased- I can only enjoy with my eyes. Dressing up to go out was so fun! I'd wear makeup and don a nice blouse! But since this ghost life has begun I found I cannot leave this house! Can you hear the boredom in my voice? I twiddle my thumbs for ages! Even reading is no longer a choice When your fingers pass through the pages. And the new tenants have horrible taste! You should see what they've done with my room! Orange paint slapped on with such haste. And ugh! You should smell her perfume! And it's I they have tried to evict! With "exorcists" and bundles of sage. Trust me, it's not them I'd have picked! Their awful habits fill me with rage! She picks her nose and he chews too loud, Dirty dishes piling up in the sink. Whoever

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