War Eagle
An eagle sat perched on a mountain top.
It sat among four stately giants.
She dropped from the face of,
Honest Abe with one big plop.
Manipulating wind currents,
She soared high in the sky.
Escaping the hunters blast,
She looked down,
And,
In triumph,
Gave a loud cry.
One with the wind,
She captured its strength in her wings.
Flying so elegant and proper,
Nothing could stop her.
A moment later,
She fell from the sky,
After crashing into an army chopper.
Copyright © Joe Lopez | Year Posted 2012
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