Sweet Garuda

He stands tall with his neck streched out

covered with a coat of sable ,

His arms  extend as he falls without a doubt

who else could fly so stable,

He rules the sky with claws of steel

and his cry is one of pride,

His eyes so keen seeing  all he needs

in what world could his prey hide,

The branch he sits on a throne so old

times touch only makes its embrace grow,

He does not fear for time is dear

and one day even he will have to bow low.

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