Just Plain Me
I listen,to hear the sound
Of my brother`s cry...
He circles above
Listening,waiting for me.
I sound my cry so he...
Can hear it for hours in his mind.
My brother eagle,
of my heart,soul,and mind.
We are strong in the arm of battle,
My running his wings beating
We become one in spirit and mind.
We attack just so,
The enemy never hears or sees us coming...
Until it`s to late
To cry in surprise.
We defend,protect and guide others...
I`m Native American though at first glance I look like the white I am.This poem was about my guider,my animal spirit that protects me and helps me in trouble.(I get in trouble alot.)The Eagle my guider and protecter stops me from straying to far from the nest...my nest.My story in the eyes of an Eagle.