The Eagle
The Eagle
The eagle, sits and wait
like a thief, he gapes
Not knowing, when he is going to strike
His prey, roams
With stretched out wings, he glides
Without warning, he bolts
His crockett toes, he curls
Snatching his prey
With power, he flies
Taking them, on high
As he sinks his beak and rips apart
He is still a beautiful bird
With, very keen eyes
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