On the wind the Eagle flies way up high with sun in his eyes.
Glide on your mighty wingspan floating like a fairy in a wonder land.
Soaring above the earth so calm where no one can catch you and do you no harm. Serine yet mean this hunter he flies untill a prey he spies.
Sweeping down with talens and claws catches his fodder with out a pause . Back up to the sky in the blink of an eye to feed his young eagles so they don’t die.
Then back on the wing soaring so high silluette against the fading sun content in the knowledge his job is done.
Really moving this piece is mark
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