Eagle and Hunter

 The Eagle and the Hunter

Upon the lofty rock lay his nest

The wind blew and ruffled his breast

Desolate, he flew toward the dying West

Drops of red adorned his chest

The Hunter pursued trying to kill

His gun aimed, he fired at will

More sacred blood intent to spill

His heart froze like winter’s chill

With wings spread and a mighty scream

The Eagle glowed, his pain supreme

Was cast upon nature as if in a dream

Lunged for the Hunter tearing at the seems

Panic hit the Hunter as he saw

The bloody feathers extend and glow

He stared directly into the Eagle’s maw

Saw his death coming, with a sudden yaw

The Eagle knocked the gun at his feet

Transformed into a holy majestic beast

The Hunter cowered now he is the feast

Implored the Eagle to spare him at least

The Eagle struck with a mighty claw

Talons tearing was the last he saw

Beware of my wrath and jaw

I am not your trophy, that is the law

Maxwell O’REILLY