Dancing on clouds,
Swimming through blue,
Quietly swooping, spying on life.
Powerful eyes sharp as knife.
The gliding eagle lean and swift,
Beyond the horizon it silently drifts.
I wonder, I Ponder,
What does it think?
I glare at it as it glides further and strinks,
When what would apear to my questioning eyes,
But a beautiful eagle flying across the endless sky.
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