Solo Hunter

In the sky, above the clouds,
That majestic creature, flies so high.
So beautiful and strong that spreads its wings,
And looks down on the creatures on the land.
None can reach that heights,
Far too high to watch its prey.
When all settle down if it rains,
For it flies above the clouds to keep it dry.
Amazing is its strength that preys on goats,
As it is the strongest in air.
Just a bird but so powerful,
Can claw your eye balls out of the socket.
Deadly are those looks,
That steal away poor creatures into the air.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST