I’m the greatest of hunters, I circle the sky, with the keenest of eyes on which I rely. My wings when open, reach the horizon. My beaks like a dagger, an orange mouse snagger. The feathers on my head are white so I’m called, a bird of such greatness who is yet bald. My eye’s are fierce, piercing and grumpy, talens are sharp, knuckles are lumpy. My squacks and my squeals, symbols I’m free, echo through mountains and valleys below me.

I’m glorious, majestc, own the sky like I’m regal, I’m a parent and hunter – I am the EAGLE