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
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...
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