Aloneness... I know that feeling, yet the eagle merely dances in it's tease.

  He soars amidst the clouds as if in laughter,  yet he splendors in a magnificent serenity.

  Rolling over one could picture his pirouetting; only this time horizontally.  Amidst the thermals, now assuring his new form and certainty...         
  Lord, now that's a creation!
And to think that from only a tiny egg in measure...               
that eagle has been born ...
                            you see.
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