Collection of poems

The Eagles Fly No More

The eagle sounds the warning
he flies from sea to sea
the sun is fading,the sun is fading
what will become of me?

Whale cannot answer
he's trapped among debris
sealed in an oily tomb
he struggles to get free.

Forests too, cannot respond
stripped of all his leaves
the smell of his burning bark
carried far in the morning breeze.

So he calls to the skies above
his shrill long and loud
stir up the heavens! he cries
bring forth your mighty clouds

The clouds remain silent, poisoned
cloaked in blackened stains
dare not reply to him
with their tears of acid rain

Tired now, his home gone
on concrete cliffs he rests
searching high, searching low
there is no place to nest.

Weakened, almost silent now
few can hear his cry
he plunges to the earth below
unseen by passersby.