I am a golden eagle

by Elijah

I am a golden eagle. When I fly, I get scared because people shoot guns in the air. Lightning struck a light post. When I woke up, I was in a bear trap. I was bleeding very bad. The hunter picked me up and let me go. I could not fly, so the hunter put me in a nest, stitched my wing, and fed me. When I was better, he let me go. I flew in the blue sky. It was a nice day to fly. The temperature was kind of cold. I knew my mom by her call. I went to her. We went home.