The Golden Eagle
The
golden
eagle flies
through billowed clouds
training his keen eye
on slight movement below.
Swooping, he clutches a hare.
Swift is the kill; now to a tree
he makes his way, carrying his prey
while calling to his fledgling in the nest.
Written 10/14/15 For the Golden Eagle contest of Shadow Hamilton
Words used: Flies, clouds, Tree, nest, Fledgling, Calling, swooping.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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