A mother eagle feeds her children.
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Flying high in the sky,
is that a mouse,
I see with my eagle eye.
I flap my out stretched wings once.
No time to take in the view,
the only thing I see is that tasty morsel coming closer in my view.
The ground is coming up as I swoop down this will be the death of you.
The ground is coming up fast as I go in for the kill,
my sharp talons grab you with great skill.
You never heard me coming as I devour you it’s a powerful will.
The hunter and it’s prey this is my second kill today,
not many of you get away.
It’s save to say my children will survive as I take home half my prize.
Soon I will teach them my hunting ways.
I take my prize and watch my children look at me with there little eagle eye’s.
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