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WHERE IT ALL RHYMES

The Flight of the Eagle

A timid bird with feathers soft

Alone amidst the beasts

In foreign skies, he bravely flies

To watch as prowlers feast

His wit and skill he uses well

To make his lonely way

And watches as the predators

Make short work of their prey

They do not know what seed they sow

Of greed and strength and power

For soon the tides will turn

For timid birds to have their hour

Even the meek have voice to speak

And with the smallest shove

The timid bird transforms into

the Eagle high above.

And as he swoops to take his prey

With talons sharp and true

He's thankful that he waited

til' the predators were through

For every timid bird that watches

Treasures passing by

Be grateful, for with time

You'll be an Eagle soaring high.