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I heard the cry of the eagle, my prot�g� of sorts. Eyes sharp and clear, seer of all things. Strong courageous and brave to the end. Carrier of words from spirits, immortal human beings. The graceful beauty my eyes behold, soaring on a draft. Dipping, circling, and hover, acrobat of the sky. Wings of steel like ribbons seem to never tire. Speed of a comet. yet graceful as a butterfly The eyes hold a magic, like this shiver as I spoke. Serene, stern, and confident like a judge on the bench. Perfect head and body, unseen in other birds. Predacious yet protective, riding both sides of the fence. So now I salute and honor you, oh lord of the sky. That I may one day be like you my wings wide and free. Inspecting every cloud I pass, riding currents on the wind. Soaring on a breathless day, remembering everything I see. The Masked Writer. <0.0> � 2002 T Lovett |
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