The Eagle's Valley

The Eagle’s Valley

Aloft, with wings flowing, almost without effort; soars above that which be his kingdom the valley of the eagle.  Lush, with green, the streams with their hues, match the sky.  Yet sailing on the mighty wind be this fearless flight of the hunter.  Evil lingers not, nor driven by greed; for he seeks that feeds his hunger.  As does man, meat on the table is what this hunter provides.  Yet unlike man the eagle does not seek pleasure from this the hunted creature.  He just seeks that which can feed those who lay under his sharp eye.  Man need not fear this king on winged flight.  For seeks he not anything from man, nor any of man’s possessions.  Yet this is his green valley and the sky in which with wings flowing he protects; as does man all those under his watchful eye.  But beware the screech that is his voice, for warning given.  You may enter this his kingdom; stay your hand from causing harm to those under his watchful gaze.  Wish you not to see him angered, his talons mighty then turned against you.  As are his mighty wings; so take care lest his talons find you as does his wings to the air.  For you are a guest in the valley of the eagle 

 

Inspired by Carrie
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