The Hunter

by Adam - Not entered

The rain dances on the moonlite floor,
As the water gently flows into the shore,
The eagle is hiding, afraid to soar,
The eagle is wise, for she knows more,
She keeps a watchful eye on her young, 
As they eat the food she has brung,
Father eagle plays with his son,
His heart touched by this, the hunter lowers his gun.

Reason for writing:

    I write about what I feel    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-10-11 22:58:56
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:45
Poem ID: 48004

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