The Eagle
By Mad Jack
Gliding free in the clouds Kissing the air with elegant grace That belies the power in her Olympian wings Her porgeny safely nestled in their aerie She d i v e s toward her unsuspecting prey The violence denying the love she has for her young Slowly rising carrying the morsel back to hungry beaks Soaring again, proud and free Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 03:39 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Gliding free..."