Three Youngsters


Mother eagle has an endless task indeed.
She’s got hungry mouths to feed.
Her days are endless, she’ll never rest
With three youngsters in her nest.

Either chirp, chirp, chirp,
Or it’s peep, peep, peep,
Poor mom can’t get sleep.

Daddy eagle gets involved with feeding too.
There’s so very much to do,
With hunting, fishing, searching for finest food.
All to feed his hungry brood.

Either chirp, chirp, chirp,
Or it’s peep, peep, peep,
Poppa can’t get sleep.

Author Notes:

The eagles that I photographed a month ago finally hatched their eggs, and now have three hungry mouths to feed. I was out there the other day, and caught this shot of mother and the new fellas. Boy, they sure have huge heads compared to their fuzzy bodies. They were bigger than I expected too. Dad was off circling about, hunting for food. Just prior to this, another photographer there said that they were fed a fish. I was inspired to write this poem in a style that I thought children might take to.

I wrote this poem in two aabb rhymed Quatrains with a Tercet refrain of abb rhyme. The Quatrains have an 11-7 meter. The Tercets has a 5 syllable meter. So, the entire schematic is:
aabb CDD eeff CDD.

This photograph was taken by the author himself on April 26, 2015.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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