as she flies
in the highest of skies
drip drip
It spills from the heavens above
The mind firm her heart in pain
She circles once, twice,
falling in an unending spiral
Numb go her talons
Those claws, her only survival
Far below, somewhere in the Prairie plain
A child sights a dwindling spec in the sky
He stops to look, his gaze meeting the blinding sun
thud! There a few feet ahead
The dying eagle lies strewn
it's body goes limp.
The boy heaves a sigh
All things must die.
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