The Eagle
I came upon a feathered lump Perched upon a shallowed stump And as I looked to see the cause Of moaning shrieks and teardrop falls The creature cut his eyes to me As if in utter disbelief That I might boldly venture near And come with such a lack of fear He spread enormous wings and growled Challenging my seeming foul I took a knee and bowed my head And asked forgiveness for whence I tread Rise he said and come ye here I take it that you saw my tears No man should bow before God's few For I am just his creature too I did, I said, why do you cry Why do these tears flow from your eye He raised his head of flowing white And piebald crown that shined so bright Splendored wings came folding in And so he hung his head again Listen son, you listen well There is no fancy tale to tell I love this land that God hath made But man has made me sore afraid That all this love shall be undone By turning from the Holy Son And blessings lifting wings on high