Eagle by robert
An eagle sorting through the sky like a sabre jet
The honey yellow, shiny beak
The cautious eyes were watching her surroundings
The cinnamon fur the perfect disguise
Don’t stare at her in the eyes
The bone crushing, finger biting
Soaring through the sky as fast as a cheetah
Bright yellow eyes shiny in the trees
Playing king of the hill with squirrels.
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