To see the Flocks of the sky,

To see them soar,

To see them battle,

To control territory,

To maintain that which is won,

To see that which was lost.

We will start with the prominent figures,

The Black Eagle, who’s feathers and talons may over extend its focus,

The White Eagle the old soul who enjoys his leisures, 

The Golden Eagle who is young and untested,

 The Double Eagles master of the winter snows,

The Rooster the home body that is happy to stay in peace, 

The Sparrow who is a flunky to those more powerful,

The Robins the flocks that are extended to everywhere and known to all,

Then comes the Green and Golden Pheasants these two squibble and squabble about anything and everything, 

Then lastly a bird not of the air but of the land a good friend to the Golden.

The Black feels cheated for being an old soul still in its prime,

Its children beg to leave the nest,

To venture out and get territory of their own,

The land of the White seems to be most promising and a good place to start,

With a quick strike the Black Eagle pushes forward and claims the land of the White,

The Black clutches the White by the throat and forces it to succumb to its will and might,

A victory so sweet but not the last.

The Robins and the Roosters take note and they watch, 

but they take no action against the brutality,

For these two species have been the power houses,

The protectors of the others that had been deemed too small and defenseless to help themselves,

The Rooster was tired of the constant fighting for its land and decided to let be what would be,

The Robins were too spread out and not concentrated to provide an accurate assessment for the current situation,

Frail as they were,

They would prove to be the most vital of friends in the coming squabbles.

The Black Eagles, 

Sensing the hesitation of the Rooster,

Moved with lighting speed and the strength of a rhino and captured the Rooster,

They stormed across mountains and hill,

Through dense fog and forests,

They pushed through and came out victorious,

New territory was theirs and their nesting grounds began to overwhelm the others.

The Robins and there regal red,

Their homeland was finally being threaten,

A puddle jump and the Black Eagles had range,

They began their bombardment,

Destroying the nests, 

The large populations concentrated that they were,

The Black Eagles rained fire and brimstone,

They seemed unstoppable, 

Yet the Robins stood firm and chased them away,

The Black Eagles never were able to shake their resolve,

The cry for help from the Roosters and from the Robins,

They were heard from across the ocean,

The Golden Eagles heard their cries and remembered its orginal home,

Its homeland worked hard to reinforce,

The battle worn,

The supplies that they sent was intercepted and destroyed,

They never gave up,

They pushed forward for they heard the injustice,

They must go and relive the tired and exhaust,

Their young grew quickly and were anxious,

The old were weary but support the notion.

Then something unforeseen and truly awarked happened,

The Green Pheasants launched a surprise attack in the sea, 

They knocked down the vast avaries that covered a small island,

The Golden Eagle had been pecked and wounded,

Blood had been drawn,

Fear and rage had been instilled,