The Mother Eagle

The Mother Eagle

The mother Eagle,

With young ones to cheer;

Soars up high,

Up the sky with fear.

Fear of not, the towering heights;

But of the danger:

Her chicks might betide!

Flying alone in the vast blue sky,

Void of company she rightly desires;

Circling and circling with empty thoughts,

Just to fend for her own young tots.

Gliding smooth or,

Flapping hard;

She is ambitious, anxious;

Full of fear; And Void!