2 June 2012
The eagle sat up in a tree,
His acorn eyes watched the boy.
He picked an oak leaf from the ground,
And the eagle watched with silent joy.
The boy took another and the eagle grinned,
His eyes glistening in the afternoon sun,
The boy, unaware that he was being watched,
Decided he was done.
He stared walking home and so did the eagle,
He flew from tree to tree.
The boy entered his small home in a little village,
And the eagle decided to flee.
At night the eagle landed on the ground,
His scaled feet scratching the sand.
The boy shouted as the eagle stole the leaves,
And the eagle took of like a plane, straight off the land.
Opuss № I