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Apr 2014
The day’s last rays shone over the mountain,
Warming my face as I take in the surrounding.
Orange to red, purple to blue,
The mythical sky embraced every hue.

Then from the ridge soared a great Bald White Eagle,
Perching on a close branch, exalted and regal.
Fear struck my heart, for I have invaded.
Her sacred home I have desecrated.

The sun slowly waned, as we sat eyes locked.
I dare not move; all exits were blocked.
She turned her head and watched the sun set,
And suddenly her presence was no longer a threat.

The fear slowly recessed,
As we both took in the beauty of the west.
For just like me,
She only needed company.
Ian Neiswinter
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Ian Neiswinter  Myerstown, PA
(Myerstown, PA)   
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