Golden Eagle poem

Breath-stealing eagle target’s prey up above . Its eyes are like lasers always finding the animal hiding down below . 

The thin beak is like a dagger for retrieving hares for his little baby , its feathers ruffling . 

The eagle flows as smooth as a flying car , dangling its broken and beaten wing.

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