the eagle

The eagle

 

 High, the eagle flew up to the blue sky

The majesty of all it could survey.

Oh, beautiful bird enemies are everywhere

It was mistaken for a drone

Shot down and bloody feathers drifted down to earth.

Should you on your walk see a quill?

Has most likely belonged to the eagle that

Flew too high, and forgot about man’s evil ways,

Pick up the plume and mourn.

 

 

 

 

 

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