With the wings on the fore
and the eyes on the shore
the eagle made a tore
with a resonant roar
across the ocean in a soar
attacking a gull like a boar
capturing it in a gore
causing a deafening uproar
releasing a distressed furore.
With the prey in hand
it flew back to the land
amidst its band
gathered in the sand
close to the strand
all in an attentive stand
posing a demand
unable to withstand
typical of their brand.
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