The Songs of Eagles

“They soar with the wind; then go on a death-defying binge.
They sit high up to watch; what to others is a swatch.
They reach their talons to grab; a fish that is there to stab.
They return to feed the chicks; waiting in a nest, as strong as bricks.
Freedom shall ring; with every song that they sing.”

–Richard Milleville

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