I Am An Eagle
I wake at the first light of dawn,
preening and primping flight feathers.
And with wings stretched, catch a thermal
that lifts me above the heathers.
A red sun sears the horizon
as ebony gives way to light.
And as night's darkness dissipates,
color is restored to my sight.
Flexing my wings, I mount the wind,
embracing feelings breezes bring.
And equipped with lethal talons,
I'm as regal as any king.
Surveying the land from the air,
I cull out the injured and weak,
and that helps hunted species thrive,
ensuring they stay at their peak.
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