Bald Eagle…
© Ana
The life of a parenting bald eagle, catching prey for it's young, and flying over dozens of miles to return with it's catch
Flying over towering trees,
and breathtaking mountains,
over mist caped hills,
And water fountains
Over creature’s homes,
And lakes and rivers,
Over chilly woods,
That make you shiver
Over the buffalo herd,
With thundering hooves,
And the young little nest,
That belongs to the Doves
And when the day has come to an end,
it returns to its young,
A caterpillar in beak,
With the setting sun
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