The EagleA Poem by RexSolisImagine you're an Eagle. Flying so high see, your mind is blown by the world beneath your feet Rolling hills, the rush of the creek, the sound of squirrels running up tree's nothing can stop you, as the wind rush's beneath your wings. Then you get shot, and down you go- into the hunter's bag- another eagle. © 2011 RexSolis |
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