Ascending with grace,
the clouds fall beneath me,
I search lower levels,
for that which will feed me.
Spotting the quarry,
stooping with fury,
streaking in passion,
failing in mission.
Coming to a halt,
alighting on the palm,
pretending it never happened,
to the wing again and calm.
Now eagles wings at work,
focused on the chase,
my prey flys in front of me,
and I abandon all my grace.
Well that took 10 min's and it shows lol!
I forgot to title it, with my pretentious; as follows, LOL
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Last edited by 7gaugejames; 03-09-2009 at 12:04 PM.
Reason: Just because I didn't title it.
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