Come to my land
go with a band
fold the hands
take an elegant stand
look not bland
show up grand
create your brand
that be your life in all
as you slowly diffuse into sand.
With the wings on the fore
and the eyes on the shore
the eagle made a tore
with a resonant roar
across the ocean in a soar
attacking a gull like a boar
capturing it in a gore
causing a deafening uproar
releasing a distressed furore.
With the prey in hand
it flew back to the land
amidst its band
gathered in the sand
close to the strand
all in an attentive stand
posing a demand
unable to withstand
typical of their brand.