I was once walking in my school grounds,
with my open lunch box held in my hands,
there were a lot of you,
flying high above in the sky.
I was busy chatting with my friends,
when suddenly in one fell swoop,
one of you dived down from the sky,
and stole a morsel from my lunch box.
My friends roared with laughter,
at the look on my face.
And for days they teased me,
telling me that I was the one who dated an eagle.
When I see you flying gracefully in the sky,
with your wings spread wide,
I wonder at how evolution could create,
a creature as magnificent as you.
They say you have one of the sharpest eyes,
ever to be found in animals.
You can see your prey clearly,
from the enormous height where you fly.
It is from the likes of you,
that we humans learned how to fly.
By understanding how you soar above the terra firma,
we created our flying machines.
Sometimes you cause untold misery to us humans,
when you collide with our flying machines,
killing hundreds and hundreds of people,
but how can we blame you for that?
You are a beast of prey.
A product of millions of years of evolution.
And I salute the creator,
who designed a creature as majestic as you.