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I Am Not An Eagle

I Am Not an Eagle Majestic, streamline, bold symbol of power. No way a fat, old guy represents a country. Soaring to great height, the breeze his plaything. I am a ground plodder, gravity holds me close. Eyes sharp and bright, no movement unnoticed. Eyes clouded with cataracts my vision needs magnified. Razor sharp beak and talons rend and tear its own food. Slaughter houses, knives forks, I need help. Simplicity, efficiency, magnificent is the eagle. Complex, clumsy dependent on others, I am not an eagle.

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Date: 1/28/2017 12:19:00 AM
Charming in its simplicity, and inventive in its presentation. I like this poem. Well done. JH
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 1/28/2017 5:11:00 AM
Thank you John, glad you liked this poem. Oliver

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