Suppertime

A golden eagle soars above the craggy mountain range; his shadow looms darkly. Unsuspecting prairie dog, walks alone… Oops! No more; eagle takes home his supper.
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Faulkner Avatar
February 10, 2019 at 3:28 PM
Eagles have to eat too! Also love the imagery here!
Kiser Avatar
February 10, 2019 at 4:40 PM
They certainly do but, I wish they found prarie dogs as cute as I do.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 9, 2019 at 12:42 AM
Gulp! Your imagery is terrific; I have never seen a golden eagle, but I certainly want to see one now, M.L.
Kiser Avatar
February 9, 2019 at 1:32 AM
A rarity. Thanks again.
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