The African fish eagle

A beautiful sight

 Looking from window 

 Saw it in flight

This rare delight

A head as white as snow

 Feathers bright and brown

Breast and tail  so white

Like a creature divine

Perched high up on a tree

Pray what does it search?

Look for water birds to prey

Poor little  birds are unaware

Hee-ha Hee-ha cries the male eagle

Shrill and firm , is its calls for  mate

Steadily relate for a life time

Nests are reused every time

On  trees where they are  laid

Built upon   many years of care

 With wood and stick it is made

 Two, three chicks each time to rare

With powerful talons

 Rough soles

  Catch slippery fish

Ho well equipped

I see it look from  corner

 Sharp eyes peer

It sees  crows feed on dead fish

Make  feast same time each day

At the jetty near the coast

Where fishermen tie their boats

Come on  shore to throw all that

 Left over from the day’s catch

It makes my heart soar in a big way

As I watch the bird inspect   above

On top of tree each day same place

 Flying about and perching high

A majestic life

A powerful bird

I wonder in the magic

Of this Acrobat in air