Your writing is always vivid but I wonder if the opening line could be stronger by just a little rejigging to:

on a slow circle of air

Just my two cents worth here. :)

I remember this one that you previously posted. I loved it back then, and enjoyed reading it again!!

The poem engaged me from beginning to end, a tough ask as I generally stay clear of more than 5 stanzas.
I think you meant "beak" instead of "beck" - a little typo, possibly. But enough to throw the stanza into a spin if unintentional. Good to be able to read again.

I was almost biting my nails with suspense and anticipation.
I was also thinking how stupid the big bird was and the tragedy of its end.
It gave me a respect and a fear for the valiant little one.

I love this tale and the connection you mention with it.

I have some thoughts the possibly can mean something:-

"hidden on a high tree top.....in a high tree top
a little valiant bird does cry"....bird cries

"it continuously cried"...cries

"Suddenly, with a flapping of wings
and a fluttering of tree limbs"...usually flutter is conected with flying in our minds, perhaps another word?

again"the little valiant bird does fly"...bird flies

"the majestic creature of the sky"...the eagle of the sky?

"the majestic creature is unaware"...is there a repetition of majestic too much? Or done on purpose?

"that far above the great blue sky
death is coming from up high"..that far above in the great blue sky( many sky's)...death is coming from up on high, or from way up high?

"speedily coming from its dive...in its dive?
strikes the creature with its beak
plucking out the craetures eye"... ae ea!

"Just like that
the little bird disappears"...cold we have a name instead of little bird?

Here the neat rhyme disappears and changes.

"from the pain upon its eye..in its eye
as it tumbles in the sky"...from the sky?

"does not compete
with the valor of the little guy."...cannot compete with the valour of a little guy.
** ** **
This makes me think of the tale of the birds deciding which bird can fly highest, the eagle clears his throat and assumes he will; up they all fly, and when the eagle reaches his highest he declares that he is the highest, whereupon the goldcrest (named kongefugl or fuglekonge
due to this tale) flies out of the wings of the eagle having hidden himself there all the way up and he flies higher than the eagle.
** ** **
Love to you and I agree with you about Tibet; in the end who belongs to whom, we are all helpless in the bureaucratic world, at the mercy of their powers, even when we do elect them.
Its all this question of ownership and Hans Børli put it so well in his poem:-

We own the forests.

I have never owned a tree.
None of my people
have ever owned a tree -
though my family's life path winds
over centuries' blue heights
of forest.

Forest in storm,
forest in calm -
forest, forest, forest,
through all the years.

My people
were always a poor people.
Always.
Children of life's
hard, iron-frosted nights.

Strangers own the trees,
and the soil, the stone-heaped soil
my father cleared
by the light of the moon's lamp.

Strangers
with smooth faces
and pretty hands
and their car always waiting
outside the door.

None of my people
have ever owned a tree.
And yet we own the forests
by our blood's red right.

Rich man,
you with the car and the bank book
and stock in Borregaard timber company:
you can buy a thousand acres of forest,
and a thousand acres more,
but you can't buy the sunset
or the whisper of the wind
or the joy of walking homeward
when the heather blooms along the path -
No, WE own the forests,
the way a child owns its mother.

This always make tears come in my eyes.
Ann.

This is a good narrative even without the secondary message. It is a pity Tibet can't peck Peking's eyes...........stan

You say the little valiant bird and its established, but in a repetition one feels it should become the name of the bird eg: The Valiant Bird and Majestic Eagle. Otherwise I feel there is too much repetition, what do the experts say to this?
"from the pain in its eye" I think AT the pain ....this part as opposed to the rest didn't read as poetry to me.

Oh dear I am becoming a pain?

"Slowly circling on warm air.....in the warm air
eagle eyed searching for a prey..eagle-eyed I don't like here!
looking down to earth
hoping it will find a stray"..hoping to find a bird astray (a stray bird)

"pays the little bird no mind....no mind is almost Victorian?
even though the warning,..in spite of the warning
it continuously cries"...and continuous to cry/ or screech/whine

Oh 'scuse I now please. must to make the supper ready.

Love to you and I still love this story poem, only quibbling.
Ann.

"even though the warning,
it continuously cries"...is continuously cried

"the majestic eagle is unaware"...do you need IS

..that far above in the great blue sky's"...don't need the apostrophe in Sky'S/ nor the S

"blinded heads towards earth,"..blinded IT heads

It is only the understanding in the English, prompting my remarks here.
The story is vivid as Chez says.