Today I saw an eagle flying high in the sky
as I was hanging out my washing to dry.
I wondered which way he was heading
as I put the pegs in my bedding.
Maybe he is looking for the river mouth
in that case he must be heading south.
How wonderful it would be to be able to fly
to take off and soar so high in the sky.
Over mountains and round mystic river bends
I'd travel the world visiting my friends.
You'd see me hovering over their house
I'd be still and as quiet as a mouse.
Then with a wave and a flutter of my wings
I'd be off to check out other things.
Twisting and turning with the breeze
I am drifting and floating with ease.
Soaring high under the fluffy clouds
what a joy to be away from the crowds,
I close my eyes, I'm in a trance.
Oops! what was that ? I've hit a branch.
No! No! I open my eyes and look around
all my pegs are on the bloody ground.