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Christopher Nicoll Poems
The eagle soars in its majestic flight Surveying its kingdom from a glorious height. Roaming, seeking, searching for That which he has not found before
The moonlight glow fades With the rays of the new morning sun The forest from darkness to glowing green
The smell of dawn, that crisp clean feeling Waking life, beginning, breathing The dewdrop rolls from fern and tree
Alone, sitting, gazing into the fireplace in his cabin in the woods A discontented man with a forlorn vacant look What thoughts are contained within his solitary life While he warms in his cold harsh winter respite.
The Silent Sentinel
For eons passed he has seen all Oh what tales he could have told Since ancient time antiquity
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The eagle soars in its majestic flight
Surveying its kingdom from a glorious height.
Roaming, seeking, searching for
That which he has not found before
That ephemeral sense, that fleeting feeling.
The reverie is broken, the quarry has been found,
An innocent little hare bounding on the ground.
He rolls his body vertically down,
In the stoop, his wings tucked all around.
The natural feather missile, makes the air scream out,
In an instant, he strikes as he levels out.
The kill has been made
The prize in his claws displayed
The thrill is over, ...