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The eagle sat upon his perch,
surveying the land below.
Magestic beauty, mysterious bird,
and all those stories we know.
The lizard skittered across his view,
not knowing what was to be done.
Back and forth he traversed the rocks.
He basked in the warmth of the sun.
The creatures sat for what seemed hours:
the hunter and the witless prey.
They sat unstill, untwitching,
seeming to be molded in clay.
The eagle made his daring move!
It made an unearthly crunch.
Too long, the lizard sat unmoving.
He'd become the eagle's lunch.

*authors note: admitedly the rhyming is a little half assed, but it's been awhile since I wrote a poem. Gimme a break.

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