Soaring in the blue eye of the storm
Two eagles ride majestically
The thermic currents
Circling slowly indifferent
To the storm rolling in
Arrogant in their knowledge
To be the harbingers of strife
And destruction in their wake
What a regal sight it is!
To be as free and in control
Of one's world is but a dream.
A sudden squall enthrals us
Wind and rain shake our world
When it ends the eagles have flown away.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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