今天读一首英文小诗，好久没贴英文诗了。

Eagle of Night

By Ken Fan 

Suddenly she raises her head

When detecting something in a hay. 

She dives low

Surely spotting a prey. 

Open sky is a bore night after night 

Since no one else can climb that high. 

Dark canyon doesn't excite her

Because all others go into hide.

Nothing can be seen at midnight

Even with a full moon that brilliantly shines. 

No help is needed from anyone, 

As she's the strong and sharp combined. 

She only sings to Zauberflote from cloud high, 

Because she is the Queen of Night. 

Her exalted pitch scares the weak

Yet no one knows her tender side. 

Fear not to wave your high five

But never with her attempt to fight

She will leave you in pieces

And then glide into next sunrise.