On strong wings
In perfect flight
The eagle appears
Slowly circling
Until its prey
Comes into view
And it swoops
To take its victim
Majestically on the wing
And carries the spoils
To the hungry mouths
Waiting in the eyrie
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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