Broken Winged Eagle

True story about a young bald eagle we saw on the Leach Lake Indian Reservation an open reserve protected by state and reservation personnel and the fun we had there just being tourists.

At a park in the Leach Lake Reservation there
Where the water's waves crash against the lake shore
A young bald eagle is down and afraid so we care
To watch the capture to heal his wing and more
It will take more than one officer's skill
As we turn away to watch the cormorants play
Where the gulls have the rocks covered as they always will
But the Mallards mostly mill around today
Unsettled by the eagle injured or not
As we try to feed them they take to their wings
And pretending we're hunters we take a hand shot
Enjoying Nature and doing other white things
On our way out we see they captured the big bird
And he'll be alright is the officer's final word.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is very different from the other poems I've read on here, but I still like it. Well done!

[UC Poika]

Thanks Brittany. I like being different, glad you like it.