Hi all,

I recently returned from a train trip from the UK all the way to Beijing and whilst travelling through Mongolia, I read about Genghis Khan and his grandson, Kublai Khan as well as the eagle hunts, Central-Eastern Asia is famed for. In this image, I have tried to portray Kublai Khan as a little boy at his first hunt with his grandfather. Below is a poem I have composed to describe the scene loosely. Happy Sunday to you all!

When I was just a little boy,
My grandfather gave me a toy.
It was bald and it had huge wings
And tethered by some straps and strings,
Which Grandpa said I should hold tight
Until it felt right to give flight
To my toy like a boomerang,
And watch it rise up high to hang
And then swoop down into a blur
Of feathers and the bloodied fur
Of the game which between its claws
It brings to me. Yes, my toy was
An eagle; a large bird of prey
With which Grandpa urged me to play!