The Eagle

The Eagle flies on wings of grace,

No obstacles in its way, The world below an easy prey,

It bides its time, and seeks a gullible find,

to fill its hunger.

Not a cloud of doubt in its mind,

That in its hunting flight,

It will find one who will not see its descent as danger.


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