I am a garage eagle My mountains are made Of concrete and brick. Metal, smoking animals Crawl through my Cave. Bellowing and loud Sometimes they Hit us. I feed here and here is where my mate And family dwells. My aerie is a Compartment A recess in the wall. Here i nest and I rest. […]
This is my land. This is where I stand. I am part of the rocks. I am one with the sand. I am borne of the mountain. My father is the sky. My spirit is endless as it soars way up high.
For those who hunt me because I am a seal, Did you ever stop to think just how I feel. I just want to sit on my rocks and ice. If you would leave me be, that would be so nice. My fur is mine, not yours for the taking, Just look at all the […]