Interloper
A fierce eagle in mid-flight
Was overcome with fearful fright.
He could not believe his eyes,
“What’s this doing in my skies?
First, there was Ben Franklin’s kite.
Now, I deal with Wilbur Wright.”
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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