Eagle's Search

This was the poem that started my, shall we say, creativity. I was 14 when I wrote it and just one day had a random thought about it.

Soaring through a cloudless sky,
I search for food with watchful eye,
As the air smells fresh and sweet,
I look for something good to eat
I spot a rodent with light fur,
So I fly down to it in a blur
As it escapes my grasp,
I disappointedly gasp
So hungry that I could cry,
I spread my wings and continue to fly

Author's Note

You can analyze and give reactions, but please don't critique it. I write most of my poetry on impulse and do not correct it later as I believe that would ruin the original feel.

Reviews

[Libby]

It doesn't matter that this is an early work. It's great in it's simplicity and honesty. I remember writing similar poetry. So this has a strange nostalgic feel for me.

[Fuego31]

Thank you. I'm glad you felt a connection to it.