The Eagles Essence
The Eagles Essence
An eagle
Fly's above the lands
Upon a perch
he so proudly stands
With a swift glide
To the ground
He lands
gladly not to shaky hands
But he remains
A wild soul with plans
Cascading past the clouds
Floating with the breeze
Majestically
with ease
A golden essence drowns his feathers
Grappling at its prey
Clutched tight as it severs
Not a chance to stand
His dinner now devoured
Gone no morsel left of his catch
Off he fly's
to find his match
written by sarah linklater 20/03/15
Copyright © Sarah Linklater | Year Posted 2015
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