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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