Flight of an Eagle

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A shadow passes silently

A span of decades past

Eyes farseeing, all knowing

A single cry of hunger.

Lonely is this life

High above the rest

Majesty incarnate

With strength to race the wind

The wisdom to stay alive.

Too soon the times are changing

Habitats disappearing

The future holds so little hope

Is death the only way.

No cleaving air

No raucous call

The wild majesty

Of a heaving breast.

We sigh our loss.

The flight of an eagle

May soon be

Only history.

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