Bald Eagle
On crowning mountain, always soaring high,majestic flight, your regal wings unfold,
beneath a dark and cloudy autumn sky,
King by nature, fearless, daring, bold.
Powerfully built, your iron claws and beak,
your incisive gaze is exceptionally effective,
The ripping of the flesh, blighted, dreary, and bleak.
Lord of Heights, with vision and perspective.
A stare from above, with your piercing eyes,
Detected a hazel hare with a final sealed fate.
Endless hunt unfurled, watching from the skies,
The battle for survival can no longer wait.
Keen eyesight to spot at a long distance,
secured success with patience and persistence.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
Written on 2025-09-17 at 04:54
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