Eagle; floating

Eagle wings float

in the mid day sun,

Chicks calling,

but the eagle hovers, dips,

circles, dips some more,

with just the animals there,

food is scares: then it sails

into the trees, with a slight

twisting of his tail and wing end

to glide in without ceremony,

and he is gone from sight

but the plants and trees

take my mind to away

and soon I am enjoying

this little paradise again.

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