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Golden Eagle
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January - June 2004 You don't see him but he sees you,
His glistening golden eyes gaze upon you with an intense gaity,
You sense him,
Where is he?
The browns are difficult to distinguish from the yellows and the reds.
Stop still for a second.
Don't make a sound.
Quiet.
As.
A.
Mouse.
You're now in his carnivious claws,
Never think he has any flaws,
No second chances,
No practice games,
To the Golden Eagle you're all the same.
