the eagle

the eagle

this is a description about eagle
Whose Eagle is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his Eagle a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Eagle is aware, insight and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

© Ms. Persa - 10-01-20-04:21 PM


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clever as always!
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imteresting
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Frost is rolling in his grave, with tears in his eyes and slaps on both thighs.
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