The Hippogriff

When Mare and Griffen meet and mate
Their offspring share a curious fate. 
One half is Horse with hooves and tail,
The rest is Eagle, claws and nail.
As a Horse it likes to graze
In summer meadows doused in haze,
Yet as an Eagle it can fly
Above the clouds where dreams drift by.
With such a Beast I am enthralled, The Hippogriff this Beast is called.

       Arnold Sundgaard