The Eagle

The river’s flow was gentle, from the rolling hills it came.

And it would settle when it reached the end, like a big, blue-coiled snake.

In the sky there was an eagle, from the heavens it was thought to soar.

Its feathers ruffled in the wind, And its wings were great and broad.

As the eagle’s journey continued. Into the dark and black beyond.

Where birds used to chirp and sing, was now almost gone.

Glowing in the distance, a bright auburn light,

More fiery than the sun, its flames where a distressing sight.

But like a human it was greedy. Consuming all in sight and more.

Not caring what it destroyed, it cleared the forest floor.

Smoke clustered, in the once blue sky.

The eagle went through it and, came out with a cry.

Blackened with hot embers, the trees were dead and bare.

Animal homes were all gone. The survivors had no food to share.

When the eagle found its home, its screech was raw.

Echoing through the landscape. Because its nest was no more.

The eagle found three small charred sacrifices.

Dead on the floor.