Eagle Eyes

There was an old eagle
Who had such peepers
Which saw a clear distant tomorrow
Of more than decades
In which there was no haze

That to learn to cook, and cook, and cook
And cook,
From a frog’s nail to a falling hail.
And then to keep it in his each brain cell

And so he did.
None amazing plants of the Amazon remained,
And none small termites
which fed on the roots of those plants remained,
Which he could not put together and
Plate it out.

The next peeper doubled the projection
And saw a homely restaurant
Taking a south eastern Himalaya trip
Where he would trade his grip
With the zip
For which his neb had no bounds

The other guy was a runaway father
Who pursued peace and order
For his spirit And his appétit

And to eat, and eat, and eat
And eat,
From a Llama’s tit to a raven’s feet.