I never knew nothing bout' neither of you
just looking for food.
Then headlights and screeching.
A loud Ka-Pow.
Then you, old black dog,
you became the dog chow.
I don't know too much bout' our proud nation's symbol
that flies through the skies and rests by the river.
I imagined them diving and catching their prey
before flying away.
I drove many miles before I seen what is real
Nature is cruel and a dog is a meal.
A sharp yellow beak on a big ol' white head
He stood on top of that dog, with his feathers gone red.
and picking away
I learned something new about eagles that day.
But I haven't gone soft, eagles still have appeal.
Roadkill for some, for others a meal.