The Mightly Eagle
The mightly eagle, so bold he flew,
Knowing the weak ones and how they lose.
Carefully he chooses the ones to watch,
Knowing how to add to his flock.
Experience he's learned through out his years,
Never sleep with danger lingering so near.
Yet wearily he grows with each new fear,
Adding to his already, aged years.
The eye so alert, like a king on his throne,
Sometimes wonder what is right and what is wrong.
If he choses to rest, his flight he may lose,
For somewhere in the night,
One may fly the higher and choose.
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