EYRIE DAY SPECIAL

Squawk!
By Stariell

Meet Squawk, the plushie Eyrie;
He's an eager little fellow,
All made of blue and purple cloth,
And his squishy beak is yellow.

He may not look like other Eyries,
Still he tries hard to fit in.
He knows how to sing and strut and dance,
Just like his Eyrie kin.

But one thing Squawk just cannot do,
Though he will try and try.
Since his wings are cloth, not feather,
He has never learned to fly.

He's scared he will be laughed at,
If his secret is ever found,
That though he flaps and jumps all day,
He can't get off the ground.

No one would ever tease him, though,
He's got it in a muddle.
Though plushie Eyries cannot fly,
They're by far the best to cuddle!

Ode to an Eyrie
By Arial333

With golden wings
Upon the sky,
And soaring figure,
Which is so high.

With feathers brushing
The clouds and sun,
And eyes of intelligence,
Which deny none.

A simple cry
Of birdlike call,
Like a song
To one and all.

And as you look,
So far, so high.
You'll see the Eyrie,
In the sky.

Cap'n Threelegs
By Milorules

Before he began training and teaching,
Spending his time battle preaching,
This Eyrie's name brought fear
To any Neopet that reached its ear.

Cap'n Threelegs is his name,
Plundering the seas was his game.
His ship, the envy of every pirate;
His wealth, the size of a grand tyrant.

Every day a new adventure sought,
And every day a new battle fought.
His loyal crew was fast and efficient,
Carrying out anything if he wished it.

Together sailing the mighty sea,
Always adventure, pure and free.
Searching for the next hidden treasure,
Finding daily a new adventure.

However, he gave up his precious sea,
To teach a thing to you and me.
For in his age he came to realize,
Passing on knowledge is the real prize.

An Eyrie's Smile
By Tree_rhymer

Way up in the juppie tree,
Where little Pteris play,
Lives another Neopet,
That appeared right there one day.

They have wings upon their backs,
That carry them in flight,
And gentle paws with hidden claws,
Can prove to be a fright.

Their feathered ears and bright red eyes
Are setting them apart,
And though they can be fierce at times,
They have big, loving hearts.

A sharp orange beak can prove to be
A lethal weapon, too;
But they would rather use it
To sing a song to you.

A tufted tail flicks back and forth,
As longingly he cries.
A gentleness not seen before,
You won't believe your eyes.

See him there, a lonely soul,
And talk to him a while;
And if you take him home with you,
You'll get an Eyrie's smile.