A young family of birds learning to fly.
As the youngest eagle spreads it's wings,
A group of mocking bird begins to sing.
A purple butterfly lands right by my side,
Carrying such beauty, carrying such pride.
The butterfly starts fluttering it's wings,
The family of mocking birds continues to sing.
Under his mothers' watchful eye,
As he leaps I can't help but sigh.
The young eagle flies round and round,
Without transmitting a single sound.
After hearing his mothers' call,
He slowly glides trying not to fall.
Landing softly back in the nest,
Now it is time for him to rest.
As the day gives way to the night,
The stars will soon be shinning bright.
He doesn't know what tomorrow will bring,
The family of mocking birds continues to sing.
© 2015 Poems Kellen Foord