Benevolus Aquila

It was the choicest of all the eagles
To its credit it had many leagues
It scorned the storms that came its way
For that was where its secret lay
All it did was spread its wings
And soar to the height it brings

The eagle had some vital rules
If it must rule the sky’s blues
Its eyes must be focused on the sun
Even when faced by a guns
Its food must be in the heights
Free from the grounds blights
They must also be wary of one
That cunning serpent that spares none

Blimey young eagle became boastful
As he moved it was no longer careful
It glided and landed as it pleased
Thinking that from rules it had been released
In its carefree state the serpent did bite
Indeed the venom was but mite
Eyes blurred young eagle crashed to the dust
A glory that once was had come to rust

But that is not the end of the story
This queer eagle had a bit of history
Its life had begun as a lonely egg
Found by a farmer’s tired leg
Hatched among chicks by mother hen
And raised like a chicken in an old pen

Raised scratching the ground for food
A chick’s life for the eagle aint good
One day as they foraged grain
Along an abandoned drain
Hiss hiss came the subtle snake
And little eagles legs did break

But eagle’s life was very precious
And the old farmer so gracious
A medicine did he administer
So careful like a minister
Young eagle survived and grew
Enormous strength with which it flew

One day it was spotted from on high
Seen by a keen eye with a sigh
You aint a chicken was its scream
You belong to species that are the cream
A royal bird is who you are
Spread your wings for you are rare

Young eagle received this with fear
Indeed the chickens had been dear
They have been a family till late
Must I leave comfort and follow fate?
A crucial decision I must make
A singular path I must take
A choice of uncertain life out there
For within me I know I don’t belong here

So it spread its wings to glide
Not for one moment did it slide
Launched by the wind thermals to the loft
This is what it loved to do oft
Regaling in the new freedom found
Far away from the slimy ground
Now all seemed to come to an end
Young eagle was near its death bed

Some moments later its eyes flicked
Sounds around it suddenly clicked
Indeed it had been down but not out
A ray of hope within its clout
Slowly it rose from his ashes
The poison still stung like many lashes
But higher it rose in the sky
Once again young eagle could fly