Eagle owl, Eagle owl
Let me know how you fly, How,
walking up that old branch,
Hooting near my window,
you woke me up once again,
3 times in a row,
It's pouring down you poor old owl,
you would surely catch a cold.
_eagle
Hey there eagle way up high,
how far can you glide in the sky?
on this desert far away place,
are you greatful for your space?
zooming in on creatures small,
Look to your eyes twice as tall,
finding comfort in your meal? wouldn't want to get fat unless you will,
confusing you is what I do,
twisting your mind like washing a white shoe,
twirdling and twudaling in the old washing machine,
where filters break and after we're not too keen,
for all of the clothes aren't too clean,
listen to me blabbering on,
parrots singing along,
like its a song,
But this is not a song about shoes, or broken washing machines,
it's a POEM about eagls and these, twisty headed things,
with there long and fluffy wings, Owls and eagles,
Are the bird kings and queens.

By Larna Kira Kourtis. ~Peace~