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As feathers fall upon the soft spring snow, Terror freezes the knowing like black ice, For careless eyes pierce the veil below In search of blood in gory paradise. The wanted flee like pigs in blind terror Of such a doom, each step hard as their breath. A cracked smile on the beak of the horror As he drops into the chaos, fearless. Yet he faced something he did not expect. Said the eagle to the mouse, "Why not run?" The mouse simply smiled as she spoke up, "Why not fly?" as the cougar caught his lunch. And now the lemmings and mice run again; The cougar was hungry, the eagle dead.
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
The Eagle
As feathers fall upon the soft spring snow, Terror freezes the knowing like black ice, For careless eyes pierce the veil below In search of blood in gory paradise. The wanted flee like pigs in blind terror Of such a doom, each step hard as their breath. A cracked smile on the beak of the horror As he drops into the chaos, fearless. Yet he faced something he did not expect. Said the eagle to the mouse, "Why not run?" The mouse simply smiled as she spoke up, "Why not fly?" as the cougar caught his lunch. And now the lemmings and mice run again; The cougar was hungry, the eagle dead.
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
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