The Hunt

Miles and miles above,
A Bald Eagle stands.
Catching a glimpse of its meal,
Both wings spread open the skies.

Easily it takes its flight,
Tender and gracefully in the skies.
Holding its authentic stance,
Slowly it drops on to the attack.

The hunted one appears again,
assuring only the bird once more.
Now, it fires its only chance,
landing its claw on the hunted one.

Ensure of his hunting skills,
yet, it looks back once more.
Digging into the skies once again,
Yet, Hope I shall see him once more.

Written by John Cheng

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