The Golden Eagle
The golden eagle, swooping,
Calling, under grey clouds to its nest.
Fledgling waits, ingloriously,
With open mouth, as test.
Flies its mother towards it?
Tree canopies it best.
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9/30/2015
Contest - Golden Eagle
Sponsor - Shadow Hamilton
A Win
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