Golden Eagle
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Colin Ian Jeffery
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High above Scottish Glen
Golden Eagle drifts on outspread wings
Eyes searching heather far below
Feathers caressed by cooling wind.
Nervous hare, nose twitching
Stands high upon hind-legs
Peers around looking for danger
Not seeing death on wing above.
Folding wings Eagle drops
Talons open
Hooked beak to rip and tear
Snatching away the hare to eat.
Colin Ian Jeffery
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