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| An Eagle in the Sunset Billowed puffs on cloudswept days, Blue framed the sky. Cotton white hovered, Scattered then passed by. An eagles path dipped and curved, As he dove and circled back. Ruler of the airways, Talons on attack. Echoed on a rainbow, A postcard perfect view. Such majestic energy, Seen by just a few. Sunset low, I watched him leave, Against an orange horizon. Streaked in yellow, red, and black, Refracted from the sun. The Masked Writer <-.-> (C) 2001 T Lovett |