The
lone eagle flies
Up
in the hot sunny sky
Flapping
its wings
On
a leisurely flight
On
the ground
It
doesn't see preys
It
doesn't want to pursue
The
pigeons, hens and cats
Circling
around the neighbourhood
Maybe
just a routine flight on its way home
There
is nothing for the eagle
In
the sky it flies
The
hot sun
The
white and blue sky
The
lonely eagle flapping its wings
Maybe
on its way home
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